Ouroboros Spine Deshi Basara

His earlier concerns about what use he could be of a pack that was fairly well established had been eradicated with this new threat. Ivitaruk held little patience for the matter – somehow, the tawny woman was still living to threaten their pack one day at a time.. and even he had his chance with her.

Prowling forward, the red wolf came to the summon of his regal, and as he made it upon the scene, a rumble of approval was given to the ivory she-devil with a severed tail at display to their leader. With affection and submission, the Tartok wolf brushed his shoulder in comradery and silent greeting to Tonravik, bumping his nose to her chin as he passed.


His brown eyes fell upon the others gathered, recognizing them only from scent and with few shared scents alone – it was only Tonravik though who he was truly familiar with.