Ouroboros Spine but then along came this biter

Tonravik slept. He'd half a mind to curl up with her save for the none too subtle reminder that this season was a hot one. And getting hotter. He had no intentions of adding to her misery by throwing his own body heat on top of her own. Instead he lingered as he had during their time in the wild, watch and waiting as she slept. A silent sentinel.

There was little use for it now, not in their homelands. The recent influx of wolves to the Spine made him weary, but those silent precautions were cast away as time slipped by. Eventually he rose, moving through the forest towards the river that cut through these lands. Once there, he lowered his head to the waters and lapped at its surface.

The cool, refreshing flavor of the water chilled him from the inside out. It was a nice reprieve cut short only by the pitter patter of footsteps nearby. He lifted his head, turning his ears atop his crown as he picked out Echelon in the distance. He woofed a greeting from afar.