Ouroboros Spine My head is bloody, but unbowed.

Kodiak's tail waved and he gave a nod to her chuff. His parcel of moose he carried aloft, but it dragged as he walked, such was the elongated shape that he had managed to tear free from the fallen mammal. His eyes scanned as he trailed Tonravik, observing details most would pass over without so much a glimpse.

The cache was not far, tucked securely in the forest that neighbored the meadow. Here, his Alpha dropped her meat and gestured to him the pack's store. Kodiak stepped forward with his meat, taking just a moment to eye the cache before he dropped it, and worked it into place with his paws and snout. He tucked the moose as far back and as tight as he could, leaving space for more.

He would remember this cache, and would help to ensure it remained full.