Ouroboros Spine first to rise

Kroc's head immediately turned, gold eyes settling on the dark form of the Tartok wolf she'd met at the borders. Curious that she hadn't noticed him before but there was no irritation that rippled through her visage. Not yet, anyway, and considering that she'd put a call out too, she figured she could deal with her presence. 

"Yo." Her greeting was short and simple from atop the pile. His tail waved amicably and hers did the same for a moment before it fell still once more. Kroc was not the friendliest of creatures though she had her moments where she showed hints of pleasantness here and there. Fleetingly so, but they were there all the same. "The hell is this shit?" She asked as if he knew, as if he'd have an answer. If he didn't... Well. She'd leave it alone. That was easy enough.