Ouroboros Spine my father bleeds history

Intended for @Ptarmigan and/or @Mordecai, since Viggo needs threads with both of you. :)

Viggo had, for the most part, kept to himself. He still lingered around Ptarmigan whenever possible, for she was his leader and the closest thing he had to a friend. Whenever he could, he would bring her gifts of meat, pretty feathers he found, and slept by her side. He ensured that she was well-protected. But even he could not be there around the clock. The borders still needed protecting, and anytime he was away from her, it was to serve her in one way or another.

In the morning light, the dew making the grass sparkle around him, Viggo strode toward the places he knew Ptarmigan to linger often. He held a fat rabbit in his jaws, a gift meant for the Endore queen.