Ouroboros Spine Deshi Basara

They gathered – Ivitaruk would cats glances to his pack mates, but remain the silent force he always was. His gaze drifted from each, though would linger upon Tonravik, the fondness in his brown eyes surpassing the stoical mask that normally cast upon his façade.

It would seem enough had gathered that she felt confident to move forward with their meeting. Attentive, the fiery wolf listened to her demand and offered a rumbling growl of approval – his own consent to the matter. It was fitting.. and with the training, the pack would be the driving force and kingdom to those that dared try to tamper with them. Ivitaruk held only rudimentary skill in the art of herbs and plants, and he knew the training would be worthwhile.

His own gaze swept over the others, awaiting to see if they would foolishly turn down the opportunity and leave the safety that was Ouroboros Spine.