The assasin lounged outside of his island den. Dawn was close to arriving, the soon-to-arrive sun turning the dark night sky a dark blue. Kaname had woken up earlier than usual that morning, eyes locked on a rock in the distance. He rose halfway, tail curling over his back as he stretched. His mouth opened, revealing long white fangs and a curled pink tongue. There were better things to do than sit around. He needed to hunt for the pack.
For the moment, Ouroboros did not have a communal area like back on Silvertip. But he certainly was thinking of the island as one. He would have to ask Lecter about it, now that Jinx was stark-raving mad, though he was certain he would agree.
The assassin trotted to the water's edge, sliding into the water gently. He couldn't see that well in this near-darkness. He needed to be careful as he made his way to the shore, or else Ouroboros would lose one of their high tier wolves as well as their queen. What a tragedy that would be.