with a graveyard tan carrying a cross

As she turned to face him once more, Mordecai caught the full on emotion of her bright eyes. He was inclined to give in to the sense of dread that lingered within that urgency, but kept it at bay. He had an inkling of what ouroboros meant, but it eluded him. Perhaps Jinx had explained it to him at some point, as it was her that had named the territory. But he couldn't recall and truthfully, didn't want to. Some things were better left to gather dust on the shelves of the mind, versus the repeated visiting of them. She was gone, and he couldn't go and confirm or deny any perceived meaning. He rolled his shoulders in a furry shrug.

“Enlighten me,” he said. Somewhere in there, if he was told, he was certain he could pluck the answer as to why the territory had been named Ouroboros; the naming part for the Spine made sense to him in a convoluted way, if not for the squat mountains that ringed the majority of their territory.