Ouroboros Spine we are the warriors that built this town

Tonravik occasionally patrolled during the day, but her activity was largely at night in the Summer. As the sun beat at her back, it was more likely that it lapped gingerly at Kroc's own paler furs. But, not knowing that any other felt different than she did given she did not know any other color but her own, she was not envious. Tonravik was content to idle in the company of Kroc, knowing that the other could be as silent as she was. 

The wound, Tonravik thought, looked less angry than it had when she had gained it and it wept blood. Tonravik knew that the other wolf looked worse in the end. And next time, should she come again, the other would not leave. Willing or unwilling, the Spine would be the others grave. The idea gave her much pleasure. The leader slid onto her belly, now, laying Sphinx-like on the ground beside her subordinate.