Ouroboros Spine Three demon seeds

Ptarmigan's call rang out across the territory abruptly that day. Mordecai had known the day would come when she would summon them all to her. He hadn't been far off, this time choosing the lurk in the glades beyond where he had last seen her go. Watching, curiously, if only to study. Though they had now been formally acquainted, their relationship was shaky at best. He felt he had every reason to be leery of her, and was certain she felt the same. But his distance from her kept him from know exactly what it was that she was doing, who she was meeting, and how those meetings were going.

A lot rode on this particular gathering, however.

His arrival was timely, and where he had expected to find new blood riding in ahead of the rest of them, he found none just yet. Just Sitri, waiting patiently. Mordecai came from the back of the meeting, from just beyond Ptarmigan's flank. He regarded the leader cooly, lacking immediate submission. In its place was the lack of hostility however, as their familial ties had changed his opinion of her too. Taking his place by Sitri, the tawny Ostrega awaited the influx of their pack… assuming they would come.