Ouroboros Spine Forever Starts Now

Ever silent in his stay -- the warrior found himself within sight of Tonravik, though it was not the swarthy female that captured his attention, but the strange female that muttered to herself. He trailed after them, his creamy paws artful upon the slopes of the mountain as he made his way down to the borders. Brown ears tipped forward, his large figure only held with deference to the leader of the pack. But his brown eyes were cold as they fell upon the unknown female, and while no words were spoken, he regarded the both with piqued interest -- who the hell was this?

Tonravik's muzzle crinkled in punishment, and Ivitaruk made no movement to deter the situation. His own tail rose with expectation -- staking his dominance over the female as he made to move forward then, his nose tipping as he took in her scent -- fresh within the pack.