Ouroboros Spine aeons exist in a myriad cast

Sitri did not think anyone would bother them this far away from all who existed out there. They were far too closed off and away from the daily grind. Even the pack that had formed further away, did not venture to near them. He shifted his large weight and moved onward, paws sticking into the foul mud that adorned the lake. A large sucking, squelching noise everytime he took a step. But it was as if he did not know it was there, where there had been recently a keen gaze, now was glazed and inward again. Too much change for the Scarred slave, so he had done what he had always done and slid into the dull lifeless wolf that was Sitri.

Sitri heard the chuff as if from far away, and for a moment he stopped trying to move sightless eyes back into being. Momentarily blinded by his own dejection, he had not even seen another wolf near him, far too hidden within his own fathomless depths. He shook his head once twice and looked around with red gleaming eyes catching sight of Mordecai, he dipped his muzzle to him. Hello Mordecai. Why do you walk among the living and dead? Where there's bones and dust?