Ouroboros Spine the dominant primordial beast

Ever since his acceptance into the Spine, Levi had been working hard to learn the way of the pack, to adapt into pack life once more. Patrolling was what he did most often, for a strong pack needed a secure border and there would be no secure border if there were no wolves to patrol it. The scents of his packmates were thick in the air when he made his way to the scent lines, it was good to know that his choice had been a good one. The pack was as strong as he had anticipated them to be, but then they had to be strong, their leader said that they would not tolerate fools after all.

The Roman had been patrolling on the other side when he found his leader, his posture deferential, he chuffed softly to announce his presence, noticing the coyote scat on the ground quickly and what it meant. A lone coyote did not mean too much trouble, but it was better safe than sorry, better to have it gone for good than know it was lingering around but doing nothing because it wasn't in the packlands. That wasn't the way of the Spine wolves anyways, he had learnt that much.