Ouroboros Spine Finds and shall find me unafraid

Tonravik could fight – but she could also play, and hard. His lips pulled back in a lazy grin, his tail lolling from his jaws as he gave chase. They crashed through the foliage of the Spine, their descent upon the mountain one of pure freedom. Paws thundered the ground and burs nestled firmly in his pelt a she brushed past bushes without care.

His creamy paws were swift in their movement, and a nip would be cast in the direction of his current playmate, toying with the idea of whether to tackle her or not. Liberation swelled in his chest, and with his banner swaying freely behind him, a growl of approval emitted from his muzzle as he moved to fan out upon her opposite side, waiting to see if he could encourage her to go even faster.