Ouroboros Spine Where Dreams Went to Die

It was an island. In the back of his mind, he knew that. If there was any sign of prey here at all, it was likely to still be lingering somewhere within the fog. If neither Tonravik nor Kodiak knew anything of this place, then chances were good this herd had been here a while. He doubted the population of hoofed creatures would simply steal away into the night, risking a substantial swim and crossing through wolf territory to seek shelter elsewhere. The wolves of the spine would have noticed. No. Whatever lifted here, and recently, was still around.

Kero nodded, allowing a puff of fog to escape his nostrils as he turned his gaze elsewhere. "They're isolated," was all he had to add. It explained much. Why the spot Kodiak'd found was still so fresh. Why the herd held a healthy quantity of adults and little ones, males and females alike. On their own and undiscovered, they had room to grow without the threat of predation. It was an idyllic way of life... now discovered by the hunters. 

He found himself torn. To hunt... or to further map this island? Kero was restless. Hit tail flicked behind him as he realized his original intent; to explore this place. He was far more interested in the topography than the resting place of food that was trapped on an island. He wanted to know what else this place had to offer. Lifting his nose, he scented the thinning air and began following the waterline. He wanted to walk a lap around this place before he explored inward.