Ouroboros Spine the same [voice] that oft-times hath

@Kukutux or @Sialuk

tremulous breath stutters betwixt his lips as the ache in lómëvása's legs almost brings him down to his belly. a deep breath that was far from deep enough draws warm air into his lungs, acrid with the distant cloy of smoke. a glimpse skyward and lómëvása can see it where it sits heavy on the skyline; not daring to dip beneath the 'rounding mountains that cradles the spine. unable and unwilling to keep up the running, lómëvása allows himself to slow.

first to a brisk walk and then to a slowed pace that eludes to the true exhaustion he feels.

a glimpse over his shoulder assures him that none are following as he braves closer to the borders of the claim. he takes another deep breath, this one filling his lungs a bit more and he pauses only to smooth down some of his fur ( where he could reach at any rate ) and make himself look a bit more presentable ...

before he tips his head back and lets out a short sonorous howl to draw attention to his presence.