Ouroboros Spine My head is bloody, but unbowed.

Beauty!

Kodiak did not linger on the muskrat long, he had only been curious to see how it had died. Its rotting carcass might seem inconsequential to some, but to Kodiak it was a detail not to be overlooked, for such small things could tell you more about the lands you stalked and those that dwelled within. Things that he thought worth knowing. But then, he was a vigilant and detailed sort, and he overlooked nothing.

He resumed his position next to Tonravik, who was studying the small falls that churned the stream, and his gaze followed hers. "Did any stay?" he asked with a sidelong glance, referring to those who lived here before she claimed it for Tartok.