Ouroboros Spine the dominant primordial beast

The leaders lobes flit backward upon hearing the approach of one wolf. One ear swiveled to the right as she heard another. One red, one black, approached her. She heeded them both, turning to the ruddy wolf and moving to drag lazily across the other and then, next, to drag against the dark male. The red one she had sent on a quest, and the other had returned with exactly what Tonravik had sent her out to find–poisons–which were stored protectively away now. Assuming the woman to be rested enough to travel miles to mark, and mark, and mark, she begins forward. 

“There are wolves who seek death, outside. When they come too close, we oblige only that request.” The red one had been around for one incident; she knew that wolves outside were to be put out when it was clear they intended to come in. Tonravik informed the dark male, while pausing to mark.