Ouroboros Spine drinking arsenic

She took the cuff easily, gold eyes blazing as she looked at him. There was no smirk on his face, no glint in his eye that matched his normal attitude. Searching, Kroc realized that, at least for now, the wolf who had healed her shoulder and gone on about the fucking weather was not currently in house. He might not come back. Wolves changed though and if he was going to go through such an adjustment, she'd take it in stride. 

"Relax. I'm not here to fuck with you." It was possible that her assurance would fall on deaf ears but she made it anyway. He was likely the closest thing she had to a 'friend', though that particular word wasn't a common one in her library. Her teeth had only come against this one in jest and the stress after battle. Otherwise, they were amicable to each other and the Warden would not disrupt that now; she did not challenge Alphas. Her ways were to support, not lead. 

Standing here like this, against one another was useless and time consuming. Her ears tipped forward. "What are you here for?" Aline time? To hunt? To find a den? If Kroc could not bring him back to himself, she would do what she could to aid in other ways and so sought to know his purpose here on the island.