Ouroboros Spine Where Dreams Went to Die

The fog was clearing. There was a kindness to nature and in this moment, he appreciated it. Kero turned his eyes through the dark towers of trees that rose before them. He padded towards them, one step at a time as he searched through this new land and began to take a mental record of the area. He'd know this place soon enough. What he discovered now? He was certain to return on his own and better learn the lay of this hidden lands.

Kodiak returned. Kero's ears lifted, as his eyes fell upon the brown bear of a wolf. He reported his findings. Interesting. He'd not thought a place like this to be large enough for such at thing, but beneath this mist anything was possible. "How old?" he asked, wondering how fresh those scents were and if old, how far the herd might have traveled. "Any guess on size?" That he'd found success in finding those markers in the place suggested Kodiak had the makings of a true gamekeeper.

The only question left, was their intent here. To explore? Or to hunt? He wasn't so sure a kill in this place would be so easily shared. Floating a corpse across the waters to share with the rest of the pack sounded like hell, even between the three of them.