Ouroboros Spine made to measure

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Wyvern's ears folded back tightly as she watched Alusia take her leave. Almost, just almost, she thought to follow after her (as this would have been easiest, should Tonravik not find offense -- Wyvern did have more to say!), but she stayed rooted and gave her focus to the bear-like female. With ears still back, she stared at a spot on Tonravik's dark chest, feeling nervous beneath her scrutiny as she accepted needing to track down Alusia again later on. For now, she had a new task to do.

The pale Ostrega then nodded. The instruction was simple -- certainly, one she could attempt to do. She responded in turn with a gliding step forward with her nose aimed towards the lake, assuming that Tonravik would follow

She moved quietly, even as she worked to again some speed for a trot, and held her nose low. Wyvern headed for the stretch of woods in which she had seen them last, hoping that a fresh trail would run beneath her course to really pinpoint her directions and that the moose were not feeling overly elusive today.