Ouroboros Spine It is better to seek, then to receive blindly

The lands here were new, never before traveled by the walking snow.

As those before had described, the scenery was evidence this was where she sought.

Frigid winds nipped at her ankles. These past days had grown far colder, announcing the soon to be winter season. No matter how many years it came, not all were prepared.

Rain would come soon too. Two sunrises were expected until then. This Aerava could sense by the change in air and direction of the clouds.

By the time she had arrived within the spine, the hour had become late, demanding that the sun fall to slumber. Hopefully there would be someone awake to greet her, lest she be forced to wait through the night to be invited within.

The white woman knew to make haste and spare few moments. And so, she made her call quickly. Ascending a small snout, a sharp howl then rang through the air, breaking the silence that came from the dark of night.

She was often more patient than this, but eagerness drew it thin, tail swaying against her quarters once she'd settled near the border marking the territory's end.