Standing on the Rooftops

The smoky black wolf prowled along the borders, leaving his mark every so often, reminding those who dared to come near the Spine that this land was claimed and was strong. His ears lifted, twitching every time he heard a noise, ocean blue eyes narrowed as he scanned the land in front of him, entirely focused on securing the borders of his new home. Spotting a tree, the Roman rose on his hind legs, scraping the bark with his claws before moving on.

Soon, his patrol was complete, the aspiring warrior decided to explore the territory that was now his home, it wasn't that he hadn't made sure to know his new home the moment he arrived, it was more the fact that he was more focused on patrolling and earning the Warden trade. To fulfil the requirements needed for him to run with the Spine wolves, to be one of them.

The ridges of Ouroboros Spine caught his attention, moving with purpose, he walked on, his pace steady. An explorer at heart, he knew not to waste his energy so soon, it would not do well to tire in the middle of scaling the ridge. Better to have a good and steady pace than to rush it and be unable to finish the climb. The black whale's steps are cautious and sure, but despite his precautions, his paw slipped. He was quick to regain his balance, curiously, he gazed at his surroundings, noting that there were more of them, all around him. From a look, Arverk knew it was dangerous.

He pressed on though, and soon he caught the form of a white wolf, he'd smelled her before, she was the final wolf to approach when he sought acceptance by the borders of the Spine. Shifting his posture to one of a low rank, the black whale chuffed softly, announcing his presence.