Breathe your life into me

There had come a point when they had left Silvertip Mountain for the last time. Somewhere in the midst of the chaos, the looming worry of what may come or would be. It had been tiresome, but well worth the change. Mordecai was already steadfast in his exploration of the territory, or at least the parts he had yet to carve out a mental map of. He had plans to make a round of the lake when he heard the sharp barks reaching out for him; the tawny Ostrega paused to listen and interpret.

Jinx was rallying them at last, an indication that their efforts had bore fruitful. Ouroboros was one now, and they were the creatures that inhabited the Spine. He joined in with his own calls then, echoing the barks to the ranges so that the others would hear and perhaps be drawn in and summoned to include their own voices to their signifying chorus. A long smile placed itself at his muzzle, as he was content in their new digs and all that they had done to claim it for themselves.