Ouroboros Spine digitalis horridus

IDK i guess i felt like writing. no need to match! open for anyone.

Okay, so he hadn't gotten far. The heat wave may have ended but the more Kiliutak was left on his own, the more he could think about things. He knew that Avicus had been run off from the territory and that, by the smell of blood on the wind and the cuts on @Kukutux' face, there had been a fight. The girl had not resurfaced to continue her attacks or harassments as far as the boy was aware — which meant she was injured, dead, or disinterested in coming to his rescue.

Kiliutak did the next best thing after finding his way past @Zane — he sought out a source of water to quench his thirst, then set about finding something to eat. He wasn't aware of the location of many caches; he'd ruined many during his own assault of the various ulax weeks ago. After rooting around in the dirt and carefully stalking off the beaten path, he found what looked to be a hollow.

It was full of dry dirt and layered in cobwebs. There was a distinct stench to the soil though — mustelid. Kiliutak didn't know what it was, only that his mouth salivated upon finding it. He began to dig, opening up the hollow so that it was wider than his forelimb was thick; prodding with his snout until he could reach further back among the debris, with the hope he could snatch at something alive.

When he drew himself free again his face was mottled with dirt, dry bits of pine needles, and the tangled mess of webbing. In his teeth he held a cluster of dried plants that some creature must have been storing (or using as a bed, given how deeply packed they were). Kiliutak pulled himself back from the hollow and then up along the path with a scramble of his hindquarters, then tossed the bundle down.

He didn't know what the plants were. The pile was an amalgam of things plucked from the surrounding foliage: a wide blackberry-like series of leaves with six points (like a maple leaf but wide and green); attached to this was a cluster of red berries, some which had dried out and some which had rotted. A thread of green (what was once a stalk of some kind) connected to bell-shaped flowerheads aligned in a row. They were once a magenta color but now, desiccated as they were, appeared plum-colored with dark edges.

Kiliutak snorts over them, then begins working one limb across his face in an effort to remove some of the cobweb from the bridge of his snout.