Ouroboros Spine PACK ACTIVITY: remember all the roads

Bridled was her desire to press forward with instance; Echelon held off until they had happened upon the warren in which the foxes had more or less laid their claim. Not too far along the outskirts, she was willing to note, yet too far to have been entirely from the branch that she and Iqniq had rustled through. Their steps had come to a slow halt, her own motion carrying her past Nanuq and bringing her in close enough to make out the sloping reaches of the den.

And when their leading hunter gave his signal for them to spread naturally from where they had gathered, she moved on. Only so far, and not before passing up the quiet Arverk and nipping roughly at his hide. Whether or not it was a gesture of goodwill or a simply suggestion of don't screw this up was anyone's guess, and she sure as hell wasn't going to indicate either way — her attention was now settled on what would come, and who would be the metaphoric firecracker in the midst of foxy haven.