Ouroboros Spine from a wound carved as an oath

For @Tonravik!

Aching muscles were the least of her worries as she came recklessly down a slope a bit too steep — it was part of the danger that came with travelling such varied terrain. Truth be told, she had little problem with the navigating of such places; Echelon truly did not have a large comfort zone and spent most of her time out of it. With patrols done along the borders and nothing new turning up and nothing old coming back, she allowed herself to slip towards something that was almost like boredom.

But it wasn't really boredom that drove her down the squat mountainside. She had a feeling she knew where to find her aokkatti and if anything, disliked the time that she had been spending out of her company. It was to be expected and truthfully she tried to accept this, but in the end it lead her to careening off into the woods whenever she thought she had picked up on Tonravik's trail. And this time she was very certain she had, bounding through with every anticipation that she would find her in the mix of budding new trees and undergrowth.

And seeing how she had been trying so hard to pick on anything else she came into contact with, to say that she wasn't seeking out her aokkatti to do the same was beyond it. A little teasing had never hurt before, though she was more than willing to entice Tonravik into a little rough housing now that they had begun to settle and gain control.

agalloch — limbs