Ouroboros Spine we are the warriors that built this town

Tonravik echoed the sentiment, her eyes looking now to the treeline nearby. "We can, we will." Her words were a quiet hum, and Tonravik sees in her peripheral Kroc laying on her side. The leader, now putting her large head between her forelegs, stares for a while longer into the distance. Already she has decided she will rest with the pale Kroc and take a small siesta, needing it thanks to the heat of the day.

Her eyes drifted to a close, though the wolf somehow seemed at attention in her rest. Anything could wake her, Kroc herself included. But she would rest until the day cooled, the heat too obnoxious for her to do much of anything productive in it.