Ouroboros Spine Looms but the Horror of the shade,

Over the sound of the rain cut the sound of Aklark's bark, and she turned to look toward him. In his first days here, he had not left her sight (or was it vice versa?); but now he was integrating himself with others, surely getting to know them. It pleased her to know this, and she waited for him to approach her. Only when he was at her side did the leader ascend again, watching her footing. There was nothing truly to grip on this slant of land, and surely she could wait for it to be dryer to do this... it would certainly be easier. But Tonravik saw the land plateau up ahead, and slowly but surely the rain was letting up.

Tonravik was sure the climb would let her see something of real worth. Up and up the bones of Ouroboros she climbed, up until she reached the Spine it was named for, crooked and bent, stunted through natural scoliosis. The thin sheet of rain stood even still, tapping into a hollowed portion of the Peak... a pond that would be otherwise meager when it was dryer would soon come into view as they reached the top. Meager, typically; but when they came across it now, thanks to the rain, it would be large.