Ouroboros Spine Where Dreams Went to Die

Kodiak soon came to them, and she listened to his words. Tonravik, too, was surprised... but as she inhaled, she too noted the musk of prey among them. Her intent at the moment was not to hunt, however. It was instead to explore the land, learn it; the fog kept it hidden, and as the place was clear now it was a good time to do so. She was not so hungry as to need to hunt in that time, in any case; she just needed to know this place, so that when she wished to hunt she could.

Iqniq asked questions she surely would have, and she turned to the brown bear, curious too to all he had learned in his short time away. She knew the brown bear to be a seasoned tracker, better than most. Did he gain a number, from his search? Was it recent scat, or old, hardened? Tonravik looked to the loamy earth and noted tracks nearby, and turned from the duo (though her ears cupped backward to listen) to take some of her own notes. No doubt, one had come recently to take a drink; there was little reason for the population here to be discreet, given that those that hunted them had been absent for quite a time.