nothing can save you

There was no hesitancy in Kroc submitting to her leader, proud to serve and support her and her mate. They had both earned such respect many times over and the creature let her see as much, lowering her tail and loosening her posture. She was loyal and while such a thing with her was hard-won, Tonravik had broken those walls in one fell swoop, letting the female find a home in Tartok's realms once again.

And while she knew the customs and had integrated seamlessly, even from her first moments at Siku's side, she had never had another name than Kroc of Tartok. So, it was with unmasked but still subtle surprise that she regarded her dark Alpha, as if confirming that it was she being called Nanuk. And indeed it was. In that single moment, all that had been before was peeled away, leaving a wolf with a newly christened name. Shedding those last remnants of the wolf she'd been before, Kroc Saurturi was no more. Even Kroc of Tartok was dead.

In their place stood Nanuk of Tartok, forever loyal to the one and only Tonravik. 

Again, her tail waved, closing the distance with easy steps to nudge her shoulder gently. There was no more contact than that brief touch, for it was a warm day and she would not wish such discomfort on either of them.