Ouroboros Spine [j] rocks and mountains

A bark from Tonravik called this hunt off. Kero moved, effectively running off the injured deer when the dark wolf released it. The elder deer limped. Whatever damage this wolf had done was proof enough of his strength. If he had the discipline to learn how to work as a team, he'd make an efficient hunter.

They returned as a group. Kero looked to Tonravik, wondering if she had anything she wished to see of this wolf before they made their decision. In the meantime, he filled the space with a question. "What is your name?" The answer was of little importance. Tonravik would likely rename him with time, but for now it would be nice to think of him as something.