Ouroboros Spine crooked but upright

Assuming this is when she and Ker have returned.

One step ahead of her aokkatti, Tonravik lurked in the darkness. She hated the day and the heat it brought vehemently in the Summer. Tonravik was fashioned for snow. She thought of the Glacier, and she humored returning there to usurp the wolves there for a second time, this time with her own back up. Life would be better in the chilly weather... but, then, the Spine offered so much and was well protected by the Squat mountains. Those that tried to trespass had seen nothing within its engorged center... It was a place protected well by not only the wolves, but its own heights.

A familiar scent drifted toward her. Tonravik lifted her head and sniffed heavily, before coming onto all fours. She wasted no time.

A long-legged sprint led her in the direction of Echelon, where she barreled recklessly through the foliage and bounded over boulders scattered here and there. In moments, Echelon would be in her sights. But for now, she ran to her.