Ouroboros Spine winds of change

Iqniq took his leave of absence.

Kodiak sat down in the quiet.

He had just been coached by the wolf he believed to be his biggest competition: an older, more experienced male of similar stature. He did not know what to make of this, and still the distrust lingered. His ears flattened. He was but two years of age. He was a masterful tracker, had proven himself in battle and had gained respect among the Tartok. He had all the confidence, the drive, a solid set of instincts and a tactical mind. But he had so little of the experience that would hone those things into the wolf and leader he aspired to be.

He was a lethal blade in an unpracticed hand.

Kodiak stole to the brush. He had much to learn, and he would start by heeding the words of his impromptu sensei. Out of sight, out of mind, the brown bear bide his time.