Ouroboros Spine and all of our shadows are ashes against the grain

Awesome, I'll archive this. Sorry again for holding things up so long! :C

They went to arms in the only way a Tartok wolf could. Though it may have sounded vicious and looked it as well, other than fair nips, bumps, and rough swings of limbs, nary a drop of blood was sent flying. She smarted from one end to another, but there was an amused smile spread thinly across her narrow muzzle. It was good to spar, even better when she understood that Kroc was a good sparring partner as well. She fought like Tonravik, but there were nuances that separated them. It was a welcome challenge.

So when Kroc left her for the borders, Echelon did the same. Only she did not follow in the steadfast trail left by her comrade — she headed for the borders opposite of her.