Ouroboros Spine Are there bandits at grandma's house?

She was growing impatient, he could tell, but she tolerated him and listened best she could. Her question of a reply was actually somewhat intelligent this time and he regarded her for a moment before turning and seeking out another section of the sky. Lighter on that side. Darker on the other. Winds from the west rolling inland. The promise of a storm.

"Only that it would make you a better Warden if you stopped to pay attention here and there." She was excellent as was, but it never hurt to take additional precautions. "Rain threatens mudslides. It means half of our borders become extremely difficult to navigate during or just after a storm." At least along the spiny slopes. Where the earth was more level? "It also means wolves seeking shelter. Which means borders may be more or less busy."

He looked to her. "Thoughts?"