Ouroboros Spine [j] rocks and mountains

It did not take long for his mate to join them and soon after that, the white bear herself. It seemed they were all on high alert and listening, watching, waiting for someone to tempt their fate and test the boundaries they'd drawn. The lines in their sands were not meant for crossing. And this wolf? The dark male did not seem to take his threats seriously. Not, at least, until Tonravik entered the scene and doubled up his threat. Only then did the wolf bow. Kero noted this. He would remember.

Kerosene's hackles faded, but only slightly. The submission had earned this wolf that much, but good behavior when outmatched was not the least bit impressive. Responsible. Smart, perhaps. Definitely necessary. But slow. Golden eyes traced over the dark wolf as it spoke. A home? "Why." Not so much a question as a demand. It seemed he sought the Spine, yet he'd loitered as if unsure. There was no room for second guessing. Not when he'd chosen to tempt fate and make his welcome here a game. Kero was not inclined to play.