Ouroboros Spine Don't Believe Me, Just Watch

Heh. A weasel. Probably. Coyotes were slippery little things and he didn't understand how a cutler could shape to accommodate them, but to each their own. He was certain the Spine probably did a thing or two other packs didn't agree with. Whatever. That's why there were multiple packs right? So long as everyone played night on the playground he didn't really care. The Spine borders? Off limits. Way the hell off limits. Enough with this mercy bullshit. He'd had enough.

A low growl escaped him. Realizing it, he cut off the sound, dropped his ears for a moment and looked to her with a frown. "Well, if they're made of something tasty at least we'll enjoy eating then the next time they test their arrogance against our lands." He was still hoping their special delivery was enough of a message as to why they were not to be messed with. As for the rest? "Wolves couldn't even bother learning the local dialect before moving in. It's... Its bleh. Whatever." enough of that. Story time was over.

As for Kroc? "How were things while we were away? Still quiet?"