Ouroboros Spine aeons exist in a myriad cast

He drew the damp air strongly, but found even this part of the Spine had stayed partially vacated. It was surprising to him that no one had tried to encroach on their territory, with as small as their pack had dwindled. It was also a blessing, because the last thing that they needed were thieves slipping in and taking what they had done to keep precious. But Mordecai could only cover so much ground on his own, and did not know where many of the caches lied. It seemed that they had become even more scattered following the fiasco rally, but he hoped it would improve, and quickly.

His solitude was broken the moment that he pressed on and found Sitri meandering through the glades. Mordecai offered him a chuff to catch his attention, but he also kept his distance from the scarred figure for a change. Though in light of recent situations, Mordecai knew he could lord his rank over him, but he also knew better. The tawny Ostrega did not have the best ground to stand on either, but not so much from Ptarmigan as it were the rest of the pack that seemed to reject her crude attempts and bringing them together.

Aware that he had been seen with her on more than one event, he did not know what to expect from his fellow hunter. But he did note the dejection that had filtered into Sitri's very being, and that became very curious to him indeed. Did he regret his actions? He did also see what they had become? Or maybe it was something more.