Ouroboros Spine Fun Time's Over, Kiddies

Ahh. That made more sense. No wonder this wolf was so fond of the smaller she. As such, Kerosene was looking forward to getting to know the lithe female as soon as she decided to make herself comfortable enough to make a more lingering appearance. One day. Hopefully, he'd get to meet her more officially. Until then?

Tonravik leaned forward, pressing her nose against his. He pressed into it a bit, before easing up his touch. She was speaking again. He would listen. He shifted, mirroring that sphinx like pose save he twisted his hind quarters beneath him so both legs fell to one side.

The laws of Tartok were strict, but fair. He could see the reason for them and acknowledged the discipline behind such acts. No wonder this group was such a stony bunch. The consequences for falling out of line were somewhat severe. He'd learn them as occasions rose, but until then he had no issue in following suit and learning from the example she set.

Curious though. He'd known this pack was inherited under strange circumstances, but he wasn't aware of who was from which faction when the lines were drawn. "Who?" he asked, so that he might be aware of who came from a time before. "What will become of them?"