Ouroboros Spine elastic heart

Weather: 26°F, flurries.

Dune skirted the valley between the quarry and the spine, choosing his path carefully. By tomorrow, he would be home. Snow had just started to sprinkle from the sky, but he had been rather lucky so far. He knew that there would be more snow to come, but as long as he rested for the night, Dune did not think he would have much trouble meeting his intended timeline. Paws found the path toward Moonspear, and eyelids blinked rapidly every time a snowflake fell on lashes.

Up ahead, he heard the faint sound of one of his own packmates calling for another. He had not been away long, perhaps less than ten days, but it felt like an eternity. In fact, he was not sure if he would ever do a journey like that alone again. He would much rather have a compan— There was that godawful giggling of the owl again. Dune had thought for sure he had lost it sometime this morning. That was not the kind of companionship he had been thinking of.