Ouroboros Spine Autumn town leaves

It was a fair day. Sunlight streamed from overhead, and a cool breeze played music with the leaves on the trees until they broke free from their branches and danced away. The temperature was typical, or so the warrior assumed. When fall reared its head in the Starsea, everything shifted into a new state of living, or near-dying.

Foxfur was too tired to hunt for the wolves of Moonglow. His gaze drifted to the rocky borders of the pack before he began a steady trek toward them. If he could not service the wolves by fetching fresh prey, he knew that his skills would do well at the edge of their clan territory.

Prowling to the borders, Foxfur began the steady journey and marked as he went.