Ouroboros Spine My head is bloody, but unbowed.

Kodiak continued to follow his dark leader, pausing only to sniff deeply the place where water plunged into the mountain, out of sight, falling to some yet unknown location. He detected few scents there, for the water and moss that grew on the surrounding rocks shrouded whatever might lie beneath. With lengthy strides he returned to his former proximity to Tonravik, who had begun to descend the face of the spine. He picked his own pathway down, just as he had going up.

There was a subtle change in Tonravik that he keenly noticed when her nose caught the scent she had been seeking. Here, she hummed, and he the brown bear dropped his nose with focus. He breathed in the scents, several individual ones, and they were registered in his mind. "I won't forget." he said firmly, for he would not. Kodiak's strategic mind harbored many details, a few more would not stress it.