Ouroboros Spine Behind every tree is a cutting machine

Roughly set the 19th, but I'm not too sticky with timelines.

Weight, tiredness, and injury slowed his tread as he sauntered his way back to Moonglow, having spent two nights on the mountain, and another between the mountain and the Spine where he took time to clean and refresh himself. The star that had fallen had not been found- though he felt he knew that it likely rested within the impact crater on the face of the mountain. From what he could see, there was no way to access it by paw; so it would rest there, undisturbed; a fitting place for such a thing to gather dust and become forgotten, having caused so much devastation to the mountain and all those who had once called it home. It burned no longer, at least- Adrastus had wondered if the star might still emit light but if it had, it had either lost its spark or was perhaps buried out of sight. 

And in searching for that, he realized he'd lost track of what it was that he wanted. He had spent two nights meditating under the stars, and had awakened in the morning to find a sign that the decision he had made was the right one. He pursued, he battled, and he won. Now, having spent a few hours just outside the pack's borders cleaning his wounds and cleaning the pelt of the creature he had subdued, he heaved it over his shoulders once more so that its thick, furred limbs draped down over his own, its head lolling softly against the side of his neck, and he made his way directly to Kukutux's ulaq.

He could smell Raimo, but the scent made him do little more than blink as he stepped past the male's fresh tracks and toward Kukutux's den. Still bearing the weight of his prize across his shoulders, he chuffed slightly, as was his way- announcing his return, and requesting an audience with @Kukutux if she was within earshot. Perhaps she was in her den, or perhaps not far away. But he would wait for her, there, proudly bearing the body of the slain tom lynx across his shoulders.