Ouroboros Spine the dominant primordial beast

Diligently, the smoky black wolf rose onto his hind legs, claws and paws scraping the bark of the tree, leaving his scent marks on them. Falling back on four paws, he continued forward, walking just behind his leader. Velvety ebony ears slid forward as his leader spoke, saying that there were wolves who seek death and when they came too close, they would simply fulfil that request. Only that request. The roman nodded, he would be more than happy to help those who came too close with their wishes for to fall into Pluto's embrace.

Lifting a hind leg to spray his scent on a rock, the smoky black whale's thoughts drifted elsewhere for a moment, wondering how his sister was faring alone with those who were born true blooded. Those thoughts were shaken away a moment later, however, for the bastard knew his attention should be focused fully on securing the borders. Kicking some grass with his paws to mark the borders, the Roman lifted his head slightly, his question directed to the black bear. "I didn't catch your name last time," he said, asking for her name.