Ouroboros Spine we are the warriors that built this town

Silence fell. They lay there in it, comfortable and companionable. Yes, this was where she belonged. While Siku was the true Issumator, there was a brand of kinship between the two here that Kroc appreciated. Tonravik held her loyalty now and this time, the wolf would not leave. Her brother was likely dead and even if he was not, he was dead to her. Blood was not thicker than water, not when it came to the wolves of Tartok. 

The Warden rested with her Alpha until the sun dipped low in the sky and the hottest hours of the day rolled by. At some point, Kroc was left to rest on her own again, a quiet curse offered to her leg. Soon enough, she would heal and soon enough, she would go back to her duties, pouring her life and whatever she had for a heart into the pack that she protected. 

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