Ouroboros Spine vi. two hands longing

They'd been singing for days and Zane was more than ready for them to be done with it.  The songs were pretty, sure, but they were also eerie as hell.  He wasn't the superstitious type but he also wasn't the type who much liked to contemplate death.  He was just fine livin, thank you very much.

They had to be almost out of songs.  Zane didn't know a single one, so he couldn't imagine they'd have many.  Grumbling softly to himself, he edged down the incline of the mountain.  He'd not slept well and was not in much of a mood.

Wasn't time to hunt just yet, so he was walking carelessly when he passed through the trees next to his packmate.  Since he didn't see her or catch her scent (he was pre-occupied, alright?) he brushed right on past, unfortunately also likely passing close to the birds that she was observing.  If they took off, he barely registered it... just kept on a-goin, lookin for a place to grab some z's before he had to drag himself out and make himself somewhat useful.