Ouroboros Spine you better run, better run, outrun my gun

Ouroboros Spine was a quiet place, Lotan had found; and for that reason, he was spending more and more time outside of its borders. He was well on his way to acquiring the official title of outrider, and each trip brought him closer to that goal. But, though he enjoyed letting his paws freely roam the wilds, he knew that it was important he tend to the pack and its territory, as well. He was in the midst of stocking a cache with a plump hare that he had caught earlier in the day, when motion in his periphery caught his attention.

The Epsilon looked up, his gaze settling on a very petite she-wolf. At first glance, she appeared to be perfectly ordinary -- a tawny pelt, crisscrossed with agouti patterning, much like his own. But he quickly noticed her shortened tail and the missing tip of her ear, and his curiosity was piqued. "You new here?" he called out, swiping a mound of dirt over top of the hole he had dug and straightening.