Ouroboros Spine oh no, she's at the bottom of that bottle

Her claws pulled free of this tree and they moved on, the Warden following Ivitaruk's chosen path easily. She felt no need to take over here because this was truly something they all needed to be doing. Especially with the recent trespassers. An ear twisted in Salamander's direction, knowing it was another reptile-like creature, kindred to her own name. 

She knew the name was a way to bring a new wolf into the fold, to help them shed their prior identity and become Tartok. It was their way, but she did not shed light on this to the red female. But she paused in her act of marking to answer her. "Kroc." She had never had a name bestowed on her but it was also unnecessary. Kroc had taken to the way of the Northern wolves without needing to shed her prior identity. She had never asked about this and did not plan to. It just was.

Moving to the next tree, Kroc rose and drew her nails across its bark. She would split from them soon to resume her patrol but for now, this was a good activity.