Ouroboros Spine Fun Time's Over, Kiddies

*shimmies in* I AM AS IMPATIENT AS TON

In the cool evening, Tonravik kept close to the borders. She met up with her mate midway, coming from the opposite direction. She, too, marked the outskirts at a wider berth, now and again bearishly scraping the wood within Neverwinter Forest so that her scent glands would warn others to stay back. The forest, a good portion of it, was well guarded by the Spine. If you entered the portion of the forest that the Spine marked, you were too close already. Close enough to be killed. If one could not use their nose, they had little chance of surviving anywhere else anyway. If they were the ones to play the reaper on the day of their mistake, so be it.

Tonravik chuffed lowly to her mate, ear twitching. He looked less exhausted, well-rested, and recharged. He had found his place. Surprising though it was, it was; not even she could dispute it. It was a spot well earned and hard-fought. Iqniq would do fine; she had carried the heavy weight of the Spine independently before, and the alpha female let out a deep rumble as she moved beside him. He was not alone in this. She too marked freely, darting ahead every so often to sniff at the earth. If it did not satisfy her, she'd rub herself into the ground, glands releasing her dominant scent.