[j] conquistador

Arverk patrolled whenever he was not sparring or hunting, he did not rest until he really needed to. Pups were coming and the borders needed to be extremely secured and well defended, no one would come close or trespass, at least not on his watch. Uninvited wolves were definitely not welcomed here, but neither were the other small predators such as coyotes or foxes. Anything like that was a danger to the pups, and thus needed to be exterminated from Ouroboros Spine completely. Hopefully they would get the hint soon.

Rain did not bother the swarthy whale, it was nothing harmful as far as he was concerned and he had not finished his patrol yet. He was a determined wolf and he did not stop and give up just because something as stupid as rain happened. No Spine wolf would do that, he didn't see why anyone would do that, really. Didn't make sense to him.

Ears swiveled forward as a howl rang through the air, immediately, he turned around and rushed towards the source of the call. Close. Arverk was quite some distance away but he ran as fast as he could and finally arrived. The stranger who had howled was some distance away from the borders, which meant at least he had some sense. Lately, all those who came close did not have much sense.

Arverk strode forward and stopped just behind Kroc as she was already there. His hackles bristled along his spine but otherwise, he remained silent. He would watch and listen, and if Kroc did not like the stranger, he would chase him off.