Ouroboros Spine my father bleeds history

The slim, swarthy DeMonte spent her days lounging around Ouroboros Spine. What little she had contributed to the pack had gone directly to her immediate companions. For the most part, she perpetuated an impression of laziness that wasn't all too far from the truth. Ptarmigan could be a driven individual, but only if there was recognition to be had... And so far, only those who had come into the Spine with her had thought to show her an ounce of recognition as a leader.

Her wounds were all but healed now, leaving the dark-haired Outrider to wander the Spine unhindered. She was keeping to herself, but her subconscious tugged her in her fellow's direction when she came across Viggo's scent. At some point, winding through the pine trees, the scent of the large male that had spoken down to her not long ago crossed the Ostrega's own, and she picked up the trail with renewed vigour.

When she arrived, Viggo and Mordecai were already speaking. The female lingered at the edge of their encounter, visible but not wishing to interrupt. Her eyes remained mistrustful on Mordecai, and she prepared herself to intervene should any ill come of their discussion.