Ouroboros Spine I am that is

Goldhawk screwed up his eyes like a... well, like an ungrateful brat. It was worth noting at this point that although he was still tremoring with extreme cold, most of the teeth-chattering had slipped out of his voice, which sounded stronger. He was utterly adamant that the golden fellow was him — you jolly well sound like me, he shot back at him. Not in accent, of course (they were chalk and cheese), but the "tough love" (or full-out loathing or whatever it was) was very Goldhawk-esque.

But after a moment, Goldhawk was curious if he had in fact been mistaken that the other wolf was him. So he opened one eye... and one eye only.

Where's my bally leg of boar.