Ouroboros Spine oh no, she's at the bottom of that bottle

They fell to silence then – Kroc and Aupârtok aided him for a few stolen moments, though the latter had not quite found herself able to do so. It mattered little – her presence was welcomed regardless, and after the ivory Kroc gave a nudge to his flank before moving onward and away, Ivitaruk continued on his own path, one ear swiveling at the sound of his companion’s gentle paw falls near to him.

The line of trees remained ever before him – a task that would take a decent amount of time, but not all of the coniferous trees were able to hold his marking as desired – the branches swept too low on some, blinding his claw rakes from line of view and the fresh pine would hinder the scent.

Ever diligent, Ivitaruk continued, his own large form lumbering along the borders he was growing so familiar with.