Ouroboros Spine [j] rocks and mountains

Before the wolf could answer, Tonravik issued him a name. Well then. She had decided. This wolf was welcome within their fold and Kerosene was inclined to agree. Arverk. He rolled the name within his head. He hadn't the slightest idea what it meant as much of Tonravik and her origins were still a mystery to him. He'd ask sometime, in private, but for now he was content to let her speak and present to him their offer. They required strength within their pack. This wolf had it so long as he was teachable, trainable, and willing to work with others as opposed to alone. He knew from experience those habits were hard to break.

The dark whale spoke back, agreeing to their terms and making such promises as to suggest he would not fail. He had spirit. That was good enough for now. "Come then," Kerosene said, his lips curled in the softest of smiles as he recognized this wolf had accepted his new name just as easily Kero had taken on Iqniq once upon a time. Kero stepped forward and nudged the wolf's shoulder lightly before rubbing his fur within the wolf's own. Their mix of scents would suffice for anyone else Arverk encountered after their meeting. "Welcome to the Spine."

He turned then, glancing briefly towards his mate as he made to lead the way home.