Ouroboros Spine and in such a savage fashion

The Spine had shifted – Tonravik’s season had come to an end, and now the fiery wolf no longer felt the urge to avoid her. The ebony female had tantalized him so with her scent, and he had refrained, uncertain to proceed or not. The very possibility that he need not create his own branch of Tartok had come to the forefront of his mind – and yet he had felt unworthy of it. Unworthy of her. Now, Kerosene had taken helm, and the other large male he had smelt in abundance had disappeared.. chased away, or drifted in his own frustration.

Uncertain of how he felt about the changes, Ivitaruk did not dwell on them. Instead, he moved forward, as any Tartok wolf would do. With a rabbit hanging limply in his jaws, the crimson wolf found his point of interest – she paced before the lake, and he uttered a soothing growl in her direction, muffle dby the prize in his jaws.

Dropping the morsel, he nudged it to her, his tail giving a mild swing through the air as he chose his words carefully. “Sustenance for the unborn,” he murmured, his way of offering congratulations. Now, he would also need to make himself worthy in the eyes of their new Alpha Male.