Ouroboros Spine PACK ACTIVITY: remember all the roads

Kroc, like Arverk himself, was a creature of loyalty and hard work. Just the other day, the two of them had found each other outside of the Spine and traveled together to learn of the lands and ward off any of those who would venture near. They did what they could to protect and did it well. Together, with Tonravik, Iqniq, and all others who patrolled the borders, they would make sure no outsides gained entrance and if they did, they would follow up with a swift death.

Briefly, she hoped the Plains bitch had died of her wounds.

As the male had to her the other day, Nanuk chuffed a greeting, nipping his flank as she came closer. While they were not friends, they were pack mates and that bond ran stronger, in the Spine, than any friendship. She too, picked up the smell of foxes and her tail lashed, gold eyes flickering to her thrice-companion ”Shall we run the little fuckers out?” She asked, a faint grin curling the corners of her lips. She remembered the coyotes all too well and decided then that they would do the same here. Only wolves would be allowed to live off of the resources of the Spine.

Her head tilted, letting out a howl for all of the Spine to hear, inviting any around closer to aid them in their hunt-and-destroy mission.