Ouroboros Spine PACK ACTIVITY: remember all the roads

A soft chuff alerted the swarthy whale of another presence nearby, a brief flare of his nostrils told him that it was Kroc. He was beginning to like the silvery white Beta Female, how he had come to like the coarse and curt female was still a mystery to him but the strange thing was he didn't care to solve this one. Like or hate, they were still packmates and that made them family in the Roman's eyes, you didn't ask yourself if you liked or hated family, you accepted them for who they were.

Arverk made to lick Kroc's chin as she approached, shifting his posture to one that befit his rank and smiled knavishly at her words. There was no need for words, the grin and the glint in his eyes spoke volumes. He had been ready to chase of the little fuckers himself as Kroc so eloquently put it, and didn't mind if he had some help from his packmates. It would be a good bonding activity too, perhaps he would get to meet some Spine wolves he hadn't seen before.

The wolverine answered the call first, he attempted to kiss the polar bear's cheek before turning to the Roman with a neutral stance. The whale pulled back his black lips, flashing his fangs to the Zeta warningly for a brief second before accepting the nudge to the corner of his mouth with an amiable wave of his tail, showing that he too, was glad the wolverine was here despite the neutral stance he had assumed when facing the Roman. Arverk would not argue with the Zeta right this moment, now was not the time.

Iqniq came next, answering the wolverine's question with a murmur before asking a question which Arverk answered, "I did," he said, finding no reason to why he shouldn't tell the truth. Quickly after the golden Alpha arrived came a pitch black wolf with a patch of white on her chest, it was not a wolf he was familiar with but he was glad she was here at the sametime. More wolves didn't hurt.

Arverk sniffed the scat once more before he began moving forward to follow the trail.