Ouroboros Spine A cage for your own bird?

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The songs of mourning had begun once he'd returned, assuring them that he'd found no trace of any survivors in his three days scouring the foothills, and the slope of the mountain where the landslide had occurred. Their songs were haunting- and he'd avoided the two women as much as possible during this time in order to give them freedom to perform rites for their fallen and disappeared family members. He wondered how long it would go on for- but chose not to interrogate either of the women while they were grieving. He'd pledged himself to the small group, and now set out to fulfill his duties to them. 

He had yet to formally meet the one called Kukutux- but he could tell by the many trails Sialuk made back and forth between the borders and a particular area that she must be in that location. Like a secret, he thought. But he could smell the scent of another female on the wind, and had heard her beautiful voice singing- so he knew now, at least, that she did exist. Perhaps she was a shaman of sorts- and was off-limits to new members. He knew so little about the two women he had pledged himself to serve and protect, but it didn't bother him much. It meant he had a fair amount of freedom. 

When he did range toward the area near where the women had been performing their rites, he did so with a rabbit clutched in his jaws. In the distance, he could see the formation which he assumed was a den created by snow- with a dark hole where the entrance was. And nearby, a dark male, who was investigating the area. He dropped the rabbit and exhaled sharply, before he pulled in a breath of air and tasted the male's scent. It had been lingering around this area- though Adrastus was wary of how near he was to the women's densite. 

With a soft chuff, he called out to the stranger- hoping to lure him away from what he assumed were holy grounds.