Ouroboros Spine Are there bandits at grandma's house?

He wandered, climbing higher into the sheer ridges as he picked his way across the terrain. Paw over paw he climbed, slowing his pace so anyone who might have heard his call would have the opportunity to join him. Here and there he lingered, turning his gaze towards the horizon to visually mark his progress. He was certainly putting some distance behind him.

After a while the white wolf joined him. She dropped a half eaten meal at his paws, offering it to him as she greeted him. A lazy grin slipped across his lips as he greeted her with a wag of his tail and stole a glance at her shoulder. It appeared to be in fine working order and she wasn't cursing him for a poor job so he'd assume it was mostly, if not completely healed.

"Nice smile, Krocodile," he teased back, lowering himself to the ground to take her up on her offer of a meal. "Think I forgot how to hunt for myself, huh?" he said with a smirk as he picked through the remnants and consumed the parts he wanted. "Did I miss out on anything?"