Ouroboros Spine he has hands like the apocalypse

West keeps herself easily balanced on the fallen tree. The girth is enough to support her and she doesn’t have to work too hard, able to travel the length until another crosses over it. Her options are limited and she looks at it, debating how she will continue. She can travel through the mud to get to the lake and see what’s out there, to meet the other wolf, but she keeps in place instead. She hears the gentle chuff on the wind but looking in the distance, even as she works to climb the second tree trunk and gets just a little bit closer. He seems young despite his salt and pepper frame and she wonders how far he traveled to get here. West simply chuffs back, a little louder to carry the distance, and waits to see what he’ll make of it.