Ouroboros Spine PACK ACTIVITY: remember all the roads

Her original thought that the foxes would be of little trouble seemed to prove themselves wrong on that day; the call raised by Kroc drew her from a stream she had been splashing in and to the gathering with haste. Even before she closed in on the small group of amassing wolves, she picked up on the scent once more. Like the borders where she and Iqniq had covered the trail of a now not-so-recent kill, this smell was thick and common. A leftover from the days when the Spine had been lawless and allowed to grow stagnant, no doubt.

As the familiar figures of her pack-mates appeared through the rush of verdant hillsides, her pace slowed in her entrance. Echelon cast her gaze through the able bodies that had come, recognizing all but one of them. She briefly offered a flash of teeth towards Tatsuya, though this was in jest to their sparring in the past. Being cheeky couldn't have been helped as she pushed her way in, pressing against the bearish shape of Kroc where she halted. Inquisitively, the slighter-framed Echelon tested the air with budding impatience. Would they wait for another, or simply go? Idle hands were the devil's play things, and she was eager to taste some blood in lieu of chasing the wolves on the plains.