Ouroboros Spine Those lights

The moon had passed through it cycle many times since he'd been drawn away from the area, but he'd found his way back once he felt it was safe to do so. Through his ever thick pelt, the skin shone a dull blackish grey under the cool moonlight, new marks left behind by the battles he'd fought. A slight limp to his hind right, and perhaps a bit of stiffness to his hips but it was very much the same wolf who returned to the Spine that had left so soon after being wed.

His heart ached; he'd been drawn away not knowing if he'd left behind his new wife with children or if they had missed their opportunity altogether. It had been long enough now that he felt the agonizing pain of knowing that she might have already given birth without him.

If she would have him back was another thing altogether- so he called out from the borders, seeking forgiveness, if there was a chance he could be welcomed home again.