Ouroboros Spine made to measure

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She was frustrated, and kept to the edges of the lakeside deep in the heart of the Spine. There, she had worked away the hours alone tracking small game. Success was hit or miss, as any hunt was, but by her sheer volume of attempts paired with life fostered by the springtime's warmth, she had managed to accumulate some stocks. It was actually what she had been steadily working on before everything went on here, since gamekeeping and outriding were evidently her primary interests (especially after her failed attempts at making a warden of herself).

Especially when her other interests lie in traveling past the boundaries. She did not know if she would be welcomed back into her home once she returned from outriding at all. Wyvern had not exactly been out-rightly respectful to the new regime yet. Just.. neutral, and incredibly wary. Not to mention, she hardly had the interest in attempting to recruit anyone to the spine either with this in mind. Not at the moment, anyway, when her existence here seemed to be up in the air still and so full of uncertainties.

So she had done well to keep to herself, although hoped to spot a familiar face to see how they were. Instead, she found herself staring down at the bloodied remains of a rabbit she had recently caught curled in a small hole. Slowly, she picked up her paws and buried it, but the motions felt mechanized and lacked vigor. She didn't feel hungry, or really interested at all, but did it anyway.