Ouroboros Spine Are there bandits at grandma's house?

Weather watching. Possibly towards Naturalist for anyone interested?

He was back. It'd only been a week, but a lot could change in that amount of time. He was hoping Tonravik'd allowed someone to help her through her lady times, but he was uncertain of her status. He was also going to try to keep it that way until it either passed or she'd been taken care of. 

Kero dogged through the territory, keeping a wide berth on any feminine scent as he tried to reacquaint himself with these lands. He started with the borders and circled them, noting the fragrance of another creature here and there that had turned around before pressing too far into land that wasn't theirs. Satisfied with the lack of anything strange here, Kerosene moved inward and traveled the mountains this territory was named for. 

Paw over paw, he created switchbacks of his own and climbed the spiny slopes. A roll of clouds darkened the area, casting shadows over the land as the wind picked up. It tangled within his fur as he paused on the slopes and watched the clouds build above. Storm weather. Rolling in from the west. Rolling in from the sea. 

Lifting his head, Kero released a howl, seeking a second opinion on the angry clouds above. He pressed on, moving towards the summits with the hopes someone might join him there.