Ouroboros Spine And yet the menace of the years

One ear flickered in silent agreement to her words – he did not speak in turn, and within moments, the aspiring healer returned to their wounded warrior. Ivitaruk’s eyes grazed over the fiery wolf, pleased to know that Tonravik now held those in her ranks that looked out for her – as it should have been.

He did not stay to watch the process. Instead, he heeded the male’s words at seeking out their new opponent’s scent, which would be scattered with her fur and blood at the area which the interlude had occurred. Striding away, Ivitaruk’s form was quick, despite his size, as he made his way to where Kivi’s attempt had been botched.