Ouroboros Spine aeons exist in a myriad cast

Sitri had seen the lake from afar, now that he was no longer at the top of the hierarchy, he did not care to help out any of the pack really. He was merely existing, he still caught food, and he would patrol the borders, but he became even more introverted if it was even at all possible. His mind keeping himself to himself, his mind in turmoil and the voices back after weeks of being gone, no again they plagued his ever waking existence.

Sitri moved closer to the lake and an involuntary chill slid across his body, prickling the back of his neck, the fur standing on end. This was a place between places, life and death existed together here, and it was eerily odd. He didn't say much of anything, just studied the surrounding area. As long as they kept to themselves and did not disturb the area, all who ventured here would go unscathed.