Ouroboros Spine for he will never know peace

for @Gannet! :-)

it takes vilkas a few days to reach ouroboros spine, not that he'd had any specific territory in his mind when he ventured south of the valley and taiga. the nord is still learning the lay of the land avoiding claimed territories like a fiery ghost as much as he can. this is only out of self perseverance though. he is lone and knows that his statistics of surviving any sort of serious injury were realistically slim. the firebrand gives pause along his path to study the short, squat mountains that guard the ancient, two story conifer forest. or, at least vilkas thinks as he studies the massive bowl of a lake that it once had been mostly a conifer forest. there is still forest left but the lake has evidently appeared to have drowned and claimed most of it.

there is a certain irony to the youngest whitemane's nomadic tendencies, an irony in the careful mapping of that he's been doing as he explores each new neutral territory. he's never been one for wanderlust. he enjoys and thrives in structure and routine: patrols, hunts, training and teaching. not that he'd ever consider himself a homebody necessarily but his job with the companions had been largely home based.

vilkas tucks his thoughts to the side as he gives another studious sweep of his gaze over what he can see off the spine's territory within it's fortress before he cautiously crosses the final threshold into ouroboros spine's southern perimeter, mindful of it's current state but feeling the urge to explore it nevertheless.