Ouroboros Spine we are the warriors that built this town

Kroc broke the silence, and only the shifting of her lobe told of her listening. Her response required no thinking: “No need,” and a dark expression was open to be read. Tonravik was a book that even a child could understand. There was something sinister in her gaze that held fast to the horizon. The leader had no doubt in the stupidity of the other. “Her grave is here.” They would piss on it, and leave her to the maggots. 

That the other had pack did not worry her. Pack only went to war for territory, not for a reaction to their own subordinates insubordination. That was law of wolf; Tonravik knew little else. Still, she humored Kroc. Kivi ignored all instinct after all. She turns her proud crown to Kroc, the question relatively evident. What do you think of this.