Ouroboros Spine out of the night that covers me

Tonravik moved along. Soon, Kroc came to her side. Silently, they moved with the bear. It increased its pace, which pleased Tonravik. It was no mystery, how strong bears were. Even a strong pack ought to be wary, and they were not at their best, their strongest. If the bear desired to, it could likely put up a good fight. Perhaps win it. They had just staked their claim here, after all, and could hardly call themselves any number strong when things were only now falling as they were, but not yet into place.

It went along. So did they. Quietly, and patiently. It only stopped once, when she had howled. But other than that, they were making progress. In time, they arrived to the borders. Tonravik continued in step with the bear, and Kroc, until the distance from the Spine was a comfortable one.