Ouroboros Spine Black as Soot, Cold as Ice

Potema busied herself over Charon's back, observing the scarring and the scab itself for any signs of infection or improper healing. It looked well, but it could have been handled better. All the while, she listened to Charon speak of some woman, "Ame" he called her, who wanted to merge with his own pack before winter. Potema hid it as best as she could, but there was a pit of anger and jealousy in her chest at the mention of this woman. She didn't know who she was, how old she was, but Potema decided right then and there that she didn't like this "Ame". "Did you find any good places yet?" She asked, her diagnosis complete. She sat in front of Charon on her haunches, curling her tail around her paws. "Are you two going to share leadership as well?" She hoped that it was just that, and nothing more. She couldn't handle anything more. Poor girl. A voice crooned in the back of her mind, smug yet wise as it always was. Living out her first crush. Her first bout of jealousy. Potema wanted to snap her jaws at the voice, but she knew that it would make her look insane.

"It looks fine," She shrugged goodnaturedly. "It could have been better with some herbs, but it looks ok." With the scars aside, Potema set her eye on the island, intent on clamoring onto its shores. "Do you feel good enough to swim to the island?"