Ouroboros Spine glory & gore

I finally have time/mood to post! these is for babies @Alusia @Wyvern @Lotan @Sitri & last but not least @Ivev (aka Cara's crew) 
I would adore if all respond but no obligations -- also this is right at the borders of the Spine, in one of the tricky hidden ridges of the mountain range. 

No more than perhaps 48 hours had gone by since she had thrown her kindgdom out the window and her commitment to Kaname down the drain, yet it felt like an eternity since the last time Cara had walked along the rugged terrain of the northern border of her -- or what used to be her own home. Yet as she walked the oh-so familiar pathways that led to the interior of the Spine, a corridor nestled from plain view and hidden yet to the new tenants of her castle, she felt the vicious battle between guilt and conviction for her decision pump through her veins.
She had to come back for them.
She had to.

It was not even the fear that her psychotic ex-mate could bring them harm what had lured her from the temporal shelter she had established with Keith, it was the need, the attachment she felt to them -- her obligation, as friend and former leader, what fueled her legs to keep moving almost mechanically through the lands she had once hoped to die on. And the lands she now hoped to kill from her memory.
The place, as beautiful and majestic as it could be, also reeked of misery, or failure.
Jinx's rotting skeleton at the bottom of the lake, and the scars issued by Ptarmigan that covered the base of her neck served as proof.

Cara could not remain in the Spine, under the unfortunate spell the universe had casted over it -- specially not now that she had caught a glimpse of what her ex-mate had been capable of. He had destroyed what was dear to her -- who would stop him from doing so again? Her children did not need to be raised in the unfertile lands of the Spine where the only thing that flourished was chaos and rage.
She needed renewal -- of all but of her most loyal and trusted ones.
Loyalty was a rare bird Cara was not willing to pursue in new wolves when she had a whole flock at hand -- or she hoped she still did.

With her head still held high and her tail waving in the air like a serpent the former Queen of the Spine sat at the gates of the hell/heaven she had ruled for so long. Then with her pale eyes scanning meticulously the horizon Cara interrupted her regal stance to tip her head back in a soft, coded, howl for those carefully selected wolves to come at her encounter. 
With the same stubborness she would not budge if found by one of the new lackeys of whoever the hell had weasled into her throne, she would not let her dear comrades rot in here when she already, and like a messiah, held the promise of a new heaven, of the promised land.