Ouroboros Spine Adrift, Asunder.

Amalia flitted through the pack lands. Anxious and unsure. There were so many of them now, and though it was a good thing. It also filled her with dread. Simply because did they have enough to fill all their bellies in a winter. And she also wondered would Kivaluk be okay now?

There were so many changes with the boy. Unsure how else to help. She turned obsidian body towards the border line, and began a patrol. If she had time, she'd also go hunting or fishing one of the two.

Green eyes upon the horizon. She scratched long lines through the dirt, brushed fur along the tree line, and left her water at their roots. She would make sure none would pass, just as she had with Natigvik.