Ouroboros Spine Are there bandits at grandma's house?

Heh. She used his nickname against him, at which he shrugged and picked away at her offered meal. It was delicious and just what he needed to work off the edge of his late travels. He nodded to her as he moved the carcass aside and left the rest of it for the scavengers. The bones were too small to be more than toothpicks at this point. Let the carrion crows feast.

Lifting to a sit, Kero scratched at an ear with his hind paw before pulling into a stand. He listened as she elaborated on things left uneventful and glanced at her with a bemused smile upon his lips. "Another one? Hell. Most wolves here are new. I keep happening upon scents, but haven't caught sight of a soul. It's like a ghost town in here." Aside from a few regulars, he'd found wind of scent here and there, but nothing concrete... Maybe one day he'd finally meet these furballs.

Until that happened, her question reminded him he wanted a consult. He jerked his head towards the horizon and padded off a few paces, gesturing for her to follow until they reached an outcropping with a viable 360 degree view. "Look skyward. What do you see?" He revealed nothing of his own thoughts. He was more curious as to her unbiased opinion.