Ouroboros Spine I had a violin somewhere, I was gonna play it all sarcastically

He was back. He'd taken that well needed break and wandered the wilds until his feet were sore and his entire body ached. If anyone asked, he was going to say he was off wrestling bears under waterfalls. If anyone cares to ask, that was. He doubted any wolf around these parts really cared. A vast majority of them were stiff and uncaring about any kind of temporary vacation so long as you were here when it counted. Seemed easy enough. Plus, after a week in the wilds, he was back. Time to see what, if anything, had changed.

He slipped back into the boarders in the late afternoon. The sun was beginning its plunge over the horizon and Kero padded his way through a tangle of trees to head deeper into the lands. He passed the sacred bone pile and noticed an absence of a guard. Seizing the opportunity, he snagged an antler from the pile and took off with it, venturing elsewhere within the pack lands.

Kero decided then that if he was going to come back, he might as well go all in. He made his way towards the lake in the midst of the spine and paddled through the water until he reached the misty isle at its center. Crawling back on shore, antler still in his mouth, he shook out his pelt and made himself at home. He found a granite stone that was weather worn and perfect for testing upon. He hopped up there and settled in it, lowering himself to the rock to begin tearing in to his antler.