Ouroboros Spine Don't Believe Me, Just Watch

An ear twitched in his direction as her pale fur lost its heat. In the shade, she was much cooler; Kroc did not envy Tonravik her dark fur, not in this kind of weather. Not in any kind of weather, truly, for the Saurturi was not an envious creature. The emotion simply wasn't in her palette. Perhaps she was simple for it but that was not her concern. Her concern lay in the strength of the pack and the maintenance of the borders. Of protecting. 

She snorted, her muzzle wrinkling at the idea of a language barrier. "No matter." Her tone was cool, unkerfluffled. "They will fall against the Spine and we'll decorate our fucking borders with their insides." 
Wouldn't that be fun? The grin on her face, though grim, put that particular thought on display for the briefest of moments. His question drew her in again, however. 

"Quiet. The only unrest was because the bitch kept her life." Which was well-founded. For her almost fourth offense, Kroc would have killed her, but she was not alpha, and it was not her decision. She would support what had been done, if only because she trusted Tonravik and was working up to the same level of trust in the male beside her.