Ouroboros Spine like the breaking of glass

Raimo carried with him an antler he had found. It had been discarded closer to the glen limits than the mountain, but someone else had found it and dragged it to the spine to abandon it.

The curve of its shape was an odd thing to spy during his patrol and when he had gone out to investigate it, he decided to bring it back with him.

His aim to keep busy and away from the recovering refugees was working out fine for now. He did not like the smell of them even on the outskirts. He did not like that their supplies went to aid them, or their food. Their numbers rivaled those of Moonglow and he worried that they might try to take what he had built out from under him.

This was not something Raimo would tolerate. He would work to bring this antler as a gift to the moon or the star, whoever he should see first, and make an effort to understand why these strangers were upon the mountain — but it was slow going, with the weight of the crown causing the tines to dig in to the soil, or hook at branches like a shepherd's crook.