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

"Of course not." She could sleep just fine on her own. Why he felt the need to get the last word was beyond him, but he nabbed it anyway and contented himself with that.

They soon settled into that all too easy canter that came with the onset of a hunt. He was slowly readjusting to working with others in this matter. Solitary hunting was something he'd spent most of his time on as of late, but it was a frequent thing within the Spine. Enough so that he often felt spoiled by their ability to take down larger game.

Tonravik tracked, happening upon a set of hoof prints that lead elsewhere. They seemed fresh. Easy to follow. So long as she remembered to keep her bloody behind down-wind they might be able to make the best of their scenario.

They wove, following the hoof prints and scents until the happened upon the herd they'd seen before. Another resting ground. These deer seemed like a lazy and idle lot.

His head tipped indicating a smaller doe sipping from the lake.