Ouroboros Spine oh no, she's at the bottom of that bottle

Marking. "Makes sense." That was why cats did it, so why not wolves too? She made no objections though her posture remained ever the same with her tail held high. The Warden walked on with them, moving to assist Ivitaruk with his self-appointed task. She knew the importance of this task and had already spilled a fair amount of blood to carry it out. Her newest wound was shedding its scab finally to reveal the shiny scar left behind, one that would likely not be covered with fur for many years.

Gold eyes flickered to the other female, considering her for a moment. "You got a name?" She'd seen her at the recent pack meeting of course but the name had not been caught. Plus, she was pretty bad with names so if she had heard it, she still did not remember.