Ouroboros Spine first to rise

Here we go! Sorry for the wait!!!

Well wasn't this interesting. After her spar with Echelon, Kroc had mostly ignored any kind of bone she'd come across, instead opting to chew on an antler she'd found somewhere in the territory. That was until she'd discovered the treasure trove today, a tall pile of bones that made little to no sense but the pale creature couldn't have cared less how they'd gotten  there. Mystery wasn't exactly her 'thing'.

Being the wolf she was, Kroc set about moving closer, struggling her way up the pile that rose above her own head, her large paws carefully picking a way up the unsteady, unseemly mountain. The clack and clatter of old, mangled skeletons made some sort of music, their tones varied and ignored, overall. Instead of music, Kroc's focus was on the tibia that say, of course, at the top of the pile. 

Flopping onto the peak of the pile, the pale Warden to-be took the tibia in her jaws, chewing on it for a moment before she let it rest between her paws. Boredom pushed at her though and she loosed a short howl, enticing any of her pack mates to come play King of the Bone Hill with her, unaware that the newest wolf, the Tartok male, lingered close by.