nothing can save you

With Tonravik and Kerosene home again, things weren't really all that different. The wolves of the Spine stayed to themselves for the most part, a good portion of them crossing each other's paths in their patrols around the border. In all reality, things had stayed quiet, as they nearly always were. It was not something she took for granted, knowing that at any moment, some fool of a wolf could come barreling out of nowhere to disrupt that peace. Such things kept them on their toes, of course, but this was approaching a level of ridiculous that even she had a hard time comprehending. 

But that was of no consequence now, tracking Tonravik with a sure and swift step. Only earlier today, she had caught a small snack, a rather plump grouse that she carried with her on her hunt for her fearless leader. It was not too long before she spotted the dark creature, dropping the carcass at her feet, her tail waving through the air briefly.