Ouroboros Spine Where Dreams Went to Die

It was no Knight that answered his call.

He got one better.

The woman-King had been stalking the borders from above, hawkish in her observation; mountain dwellers had the best idea of what a birds-eye view was, and Tonravik was getting just that. The burly wolf would see any approaching from miles off, unless they came from the Forest in which case they would have the cover of the wood. But she did not cover that ground, the forest on the other end. Here was a clear-cut clearing, many miles spanning before the roaring river that separated the Caldera and the Spine.

His howl called to her attention. In Iqniqs time here, he had proved to be an asset already, coming to arms when the coyotes came to take their kill. She had even found his decoration at the border, which she had appreciated. She picked at the meat, leaving nothing to the scavengers but bones and its lifeless, glassy eyes.

Coyote bones were too fragile for her liking.

Tonravik moved toward the lake, watching the flame slip slowly into the waters. Tonravik herself entered the chilly waters, lapping at the waters to slake her thirst, and her eyes looked to her subordinate. What had he found?