Ouroboros Spine a lonely company

I'M THE WORST

Constantine had lived in the Wilds most of his life, but he had yet to truly explore most of it. It was not an ideal time to do so, given his desire to claim Ravensblood Forest as his own, but in order to do so, the stocky wolf also had to find others to join him. He struck out, weaving through a thick coniferous forest before finding himself at the base of a jagged mountain. He was tempted to turn back – to seek the warmth of Durnehviir. He was dangerously close to the Moonspear, and he wasn’t sure how welcome his presence would be so near them. He wondered briefly if Aria had returned to them – or if they had answers about what had happened to the misplaced dove.
 
He trailed upward, his footing graceful enough after being born upon the plateau. His eyes captured the distance between here and Charon’s domain, but his gaze was soon drawn to the lake within the spine. Had he not been keen to remain closer to the shores, he would have considered this territory a contender for their pack – but he was not yet willing to give up the scent of the ocean and the nostalgia that came with it.
 
He hadn’t expected to come upon another at such heights – yet the rusted hue of another caught his attention raptly – though she was not Durnehviir. Canting his muzzle slightly, the shadowrunner rumbled his presence with a casual growl. He had come this way to seek others – at least he had come upon one other.