Ouroboros Spine focus, fire a gun

"Stay. Rest." Tonravik would not take no for an answer, and it was clear that this was a command, thoughtful though the words might seem. "There may be a battle soon. The wolves outside are dumb, but the land offers sustenance." The herds here, and the goats, made her grounds highly desirable. Perhaps the Plains wolves would want this land for themselves; she'd kill them before they got the chance.

Tonravik turned and gestured toward the land. She would bring the large wolf to some day old meat from the goat they had brought down the day prior. The Tartok wolf would be released when Tonravik figured out if the pack Kroc had thought she smelled would not march on their doorstep. Otherwise, she would fight alongside them.