Ouroboros Spine from a wound carved as an oath

She lumbered throughout her territory, getting to know the nooks and crannies of the place. There was plenty of land to cover, and a lot of land to learn. Presently, she traced the tracks of a herd. The ground was slick from the previous nights rainfall, and now and again, she could find a large, cloven imprint in the earth where stone gave way to grass and dirt. She was determined to hunt and find the herd to assess their health.

But the sound of another distracted her. Tonravik heard Echelon, and her tongue lolled out of her mouth in a pant. The weather was warmer, and she despised heat. She moved toward a woody area, not looking back to Echelon, knowing her aokkatti well enough to know she would follow. Fortunately, the trail led to said wooded area, and so her search went on.