Ouroboros Spine for my unconquerable soul

hunting for @ivitaruk

She had told Ivitaruk what she had needed, and now, she would test him. Had his skills in his travel lessened? The woman doubted it. One groomed by and in Tartok did not become rusty. Fighting, protecting... it was their way in the world. It was embedded and ingrained and simply could not be forgotten.

Presently, the leader was attempting to sniff him out. The leader was hot on his trail, and would soon be near. The bear did nothing to hide her lumbering approach, her dark, almond-eyes searching for his warmly colored form. An ear flicked as she heard something nearby, but knew it was not him. It had been a small creature, no doubt, the quiet breaking of bramble too teeny a sound to be anything of her size or stature. And that was the sound she sought.