Ouroboros Spine la nuit du chasseur [PACK HUNT]

Sitri stood overlooking the spine. He had been standing still and stalwart since the last rays of the sun had hidden behind the cloak of darkness. He was restless as of late and anxious. Why he did not know, only that he was. Perhaps it was that Winter was just hard for most creatures. Or maybe it was simply the worst of his sins and torture had happened while the world was cloaked in white. His former queen had hated winter, and he bore the scars to prove it. Tilting his head he followed the sound of his now queen and stood before her in his scarred glory. But made sure to stay hidden from the other females that stood in view.

Both of them were pretty, and he did not wish to subdue their brilliance with his marred hide. He chuffed gently to Cara, and red eyes alighted upon her. You called. Was all he said his voice low and guttural as always. He shifted and swung his tail across his back legs. He waited now patiently.