Ouroboros Spine drinking arsenic

Speak Think of the devil and he shall appear. 

A familiar form in the near distance, red and full of shit. He'd probably arrived shortly before her if he was this close to the shore. She chuffed, aiming to grab his attention, gold eyes quickly noting the new wounds he sported and what they meant. A scent lingered around him now, not new, but heavy. Heady. While she was not instinct driven to continue her line, Kroc knew that this meant her patrols would need to be more aggressive. A pregnant Alpha and pups soon meant that there was more purpose driving her. She would do what was needed, without fail. 

Where as the other one had been actively seeking Tonravik's attention and favor, he had made little effort to truly integrate into the very pack he sought to lead. The times they'd been around each other had been coincidence as his focus had been their dark leader. Though Kroc had made no effort to learn about him either, the difference was that she had no ideations of usurping and becoming Alpha female. Instead, she threw her all into the pack and protecting those within.

The fact that SFB had risen to Alpha, while surprising, was welcomed. She respected him, at least a little bit. "So," She said as she neared. "Can I still call your dumb ass Shit-For-Brains or is that not allowed anymore?" While her vernacular was crude, the question still stood. He was ranked above her now and while it didn't always seem like it, she respected those of rank. If they'd earned it, at least. He had long before his coupling with Tonravik.