Ouroboros Spine broken skulls and broken bones

Arverk had had worse injuries in his life, so when Iqniq cleaned the wound with his tongue and examined the wound, he easily stopped himself from crying out or wincing in pain. Back in Palatine Plains, these reactions were taken as a weakness and weaknesses were not tolerated, they got a good punishment whenever they uttered a sound that spoke of weakness. One of the crueler aspects of Rome, but it served him well now, all of the lessons hammered into his head had a reason behind it, and however much pain it had been to learn them before was worth it now.

Arverk's blue gaze usually observed the Alpha Male tending to his wound, but occasionally it would drift off and look into the horizon. While he did not like speaking aloud, he daydreamed often and often pondered over the complicated aspects of life, thinking about the future and what he would be doing then. Thinking about his former family and how they were doing in the Plains now. He knew his past didn't matter the moment he became a Spine wolf, but these bonds did not fall away so easily, especially if you suffered and fought beside those you used to call family.

The swarthy whale snapped back to attention when Iqniq spoke, echoing Tonravik's earlier statement, but quickly informed him of his stupidity too. Arverk did not speak, simply nodded his head briefly, indicating he had heard what the Alpha Male had said. "I was blinded by the desire to get the trespasser away from our land and therefore have forgotten to howl," the whale said simply in his lightly accented tone. "For that, I have paid. But I also knew the trespasser's howl for you would not be ignored." In a way, Zhavvi had helped him call for the pack.