Standing on the Rooftops

The way of the Spine wolves were similar to how the wolves of his natal Roman pack, Palatine Plains worked. Perhaps it was because of that that he adapted quite easily into the new pack life. Both did not shy away from the idea of danger but neither did they embrace it with open arms, they simply observed, kept their eyes on it and knew about it. It was their way, and it was the way Arverk knew. It was also a rather smart way to operate, keeping honor while keeping alive at the sametime.

Kroc acknowledged him with a nod as they continued moving, the path they walked would be easy as long as they kept an eye out and were cautious. To those accustomed to exploring, this was not too hard. The swarthy whale paused behind the white bear as she lifted her paw and examined the rock. It was once again, flat and slick, slippery. They were surrounded by similar rocks, informing them once again that this path was rather precarious.

"You don't say," he muttered, blue eyes observing the skyscrapers above.