Ouroboros Spine we are the warriors that built this town

A simple nod showed her agreement. Already, Kroc had taken up the mantle of Warden to defend and protect the wolves of the Spine, even if many of them were capable at taking care of themselves. They wouldn't always be. "We can and we will." Always. They would slay any of those that came against them, and if the foolish wolves of the dry plains came against them, they would quickly learn the error of their stupid ass ways.

The day the white female stopped being a Tartok wolf was the day she took her last breath and she wouldn't have it any other way. With a final sigh, Kroc rolled to her side, carefully stretching her limbs before she looked over at her Leader, pleased that they had found one another in the end.