[j] conquistador

Arverk was silent, but he was as alert as ever and made sure his guard was up. This wolf was a stranger and a loner, he was not one of the Spine yet and thus was not to be treated like one of them. As far as he was concerned, the stranger wolf in front of him could be dangerous to the pack and the upcoming pups, and it would remain that way until he proved himself and managed to join Ouroboros Spine.

The male spoke, speaking of Tartok, something he had heard before but did not truly know. Curiosity burned like wildfire beneath his smoky black breast but he restrained himself from asking and simply became the silent but ever alert guard behind the Beta Female. He would watch and he would listen, but he would not interfere. It was not his place to blurt out comments when a stranger was by their borders.

Kroc replied with a word, a foreign word that he did not understand but sounded similar to the one Tonravik spoke when he seeked a home in the Spine. Once again, he wanted to ask his superior what she was saying, but refrained from doing so. Instead, he cocked his head and thrust his ears forward, intense blue eyes focused firmly on the scene in front of him, his gaze strong and unwavering. Arverk would stay until he was dismissed.