bone mountain

The troubled ninja Epsilon returned, oral cavity full of herbaceous plants and other nonessentials. He gathered much in his time away but his work was not yet done. Even with the menace of Burke looming, Kapvik would foreknow and move accordingly. Which is why he was back home, paws roaming over rock-bound terra firma under cover of night. Kapvik covered his tracks and would do so again once he left. He would go about his business as usual with the threat of this Burke, always prepared, perpetually argus-eyed.

Guard was left at the borderline, now standing before his sequestered lair. Entering the burrow, Kapvik dotingly spread the herbs out one by one, keeping them separate. Absentmindedly he placed the crow's skull near the front of the entrance, forgotten. He has brought so much home he will have to find another den close to this one. A suspiration escaped him, heated breathe scattering excess spores. Oh no. Feeling a sneeze coming, he speedily left his den. Phlegm and spit erupted from his curved nozzle, ringing through the Spine's halls. Kapvik was positive he heard a faint “fuckin' gross” from @Nanuk. The offhand remark made him chortle, sniffling to make the snot in his nose settle. Licking his lips, Kapvik traveled further in, skulking restfully through this implacable landscape.

Remembering he lacked the Spine's prominent perfume, the wolverine let out a series of assuasive barks. False alarm. It's just me. Didn't want to send his pack mates into a frenzy now did he?