Ouroboros Spine crooked but upright

Tonravik turned back to Echelon, tongue lolling from the exertion of the run in the too hot heat. And then she goes to sniff at her, to take in all the scents of the world beyond that she had visited, looking for anything familiar there. Some she recognized, though the scent had grown old and was in essence threadbare, a part of her scents essence from her time gone. But her own scent had never faded in full, and she moved to press herself into Echelon so as to make her scent the most prominent.

The alpha gestures over her shoulder, wanting to move back to the shade. The heat, to Tonravik, was blistering. She would practice combat in it, knowing there was never an hour where battle could not come to them now, and could last... but if she could do without it, she would. The heat of the day brought them a whopping ninety degrees, and although the clouds came, they seemed to go just as fast.