Ouroboros Spine The alchemy was inelegant, though

For seven days and nights, Aventus traveled the flatlands. Always, he kept the squat ring of mountains in sight, but ranged as far from Ursus as he dared. For five days, he ate nothing and drank only what he required. The end result was a haggard and unrecognizable version of himself traipsing to Moonglow's border, with nothing upon his being to mark him as Bruin-jaw of Ursus.

Night was falling by the time he made the borders. He could go a lot longer without food, but Aventus felt almost as weak as he looked. A pampered life as bear prince, murderous upbringing aside, had done him few favours. That was good, though. Aventus would look every bit the ragged traveler in need of a home.

His howl wavered soft in the chill air, calling attention to his location, with no hint of demand. Time to put his lifelong training to the test.