Ouroboros Spine sun in your eyes

Finally, she managed to hunt down some fresh, live food. Well, it wasn't live for long. After crushing the life out of the duck, Junior made short work of it, scattering its feathers all over the lakefront. Feeling stuffed, the slender juvenile drank greedily from Big Salmon Lake, then loped around its curving shore, unaware that she was headed directly toward yet another territory.

Like the last one, this pack smelled small. Still, she gave the borders a wide berth, though she slowed and eventually paused as she regarded the fortress-like landscape. Made curious, she tentatively crept closer, realizing with a jolt that she recognized the dominant scent. Junior couldn't place it for a moment, though eventually she dragged up a memory of a black-furred, green-eyed she-wolf. She had trespassed when Junior had been living in the bay.

Her ears splayed and she bared her teeth briefly, then swung and began to trot parallel to the spine, dimly aware that Stavanger Bay and the sea lay in the distance ahead. For the moment, she couldn't make out that potential destination or anything else of the landscape in that direction, as the setting sun cast a harsh glare over the wilds, casting everything in white gold.