Ouroboros Spine My head is bloody, but unbowed.

He went his way, and she went hers; Tonravik bounded upward, until at last they reached the top. There was a great view, here; she could see most everything from here. He spoke again, and she nodded. The place had everything they needed. Avian creatures, water sources, moose, elk, deer, and then some. It had its fair share of predators, too; they would be dealt with. She could not linger atop this ridge too long, wanting to travel it. She moved toward the side of the mountain face riddled with moss, grass, and as she had imagined she had heard, water. The water fell downward but disappeared into the mountain itself, leading no doubt into another gem the Spine would one day yield to her. 

But her snout pressed to the earth and she searched on, descending more. The wretch would not dare to climb so high, and Tonravik moved downward, her muscles screaming. But she did not pause, hungrily drinking in the scents of all things that had passed through... until one vaguely familiar scent came to her, and others... 

"Here," she hummed. 

Tonravik knew none of their names. But, names were irrelevant. Scents would stay with you, that much, she knew.