Ouroboros Spine Springtime Air

Keyni resisted the urge to let her eyelids flutter shut in a split second of peace. To simply breathe in the air. The smell of the soil, the water and that of the deer, enjoying their lunch. But she did no such thing. Taking her eyes off them for even a second could cost her. They could be gone, never to be seen again for days or weeks. She was a female who knew her pleasures, but also knew great restraint.

A soft, low call from behind earned a flickering of painted ears. She turned her head just so, only enough so that her cheek might be seen. Following was a gentle swish of her dark tipped tail. Shifting delicately with painstaking slow movement, she shuffled down until the finer hairs of her chest and belly grazed the rocks and soil. Without taking her eyes off the herd, who were none the wiser, she crawled backwards. Only when the soft texture of grass was met under her paws, did she deem it appropriate to loosen her guard. 

Turning on light, silent paws, she let the shadows beckon her. Sweeping under the canopy of the pine, her muscles eased. The aromatic scent flooded her, made her skin shiver pleasantly. To Adrastus, the man of white, she chuffed quietly, taking position beside him. She had seen him quite frequently all over the Spine. He was certainly one of the more active wolves in the pack. And, he did not give off an uncomfortable air, like when she thought of Ramio. "Afternoon. Adrastus, is it? Sivullik if I am not mistaken?"