Ouroboros Spine speaking in riddles

Warden trade, wut wut.

Ever since Ptarmigan had successfully overthrown the young, white whelp, Viggo had been hard at work. It was her job to lead, and it was his job to protect. He scoured the spine looking for intruders, rubbing his scent along the borders and ensuring that his new pack-mates knew that he was here to stay. He played a prime role in her ascension to taking over the throne, and he would not allow her to lose it easily. The Ostrega had avoided making friends with any of his new pack-mates. When he was not dutifully patrolling, he was by Ptarmigan's side or hunting for her. She was his to serve, and it kept him busy and his mind off of whatever else it might have wandered to.

Today was no different than many of the others since they had arrived in Ouroboros Spine. Viggo took to the outer rim of their territory and began lifting his leg where the scent was weakest, ensuring that any outsiders knew that this land was theirs.