Ouroboros Spine falkor

There was a heaviness among all the wolves that had once inhabited Natigvik. it hung on them like an oppressive shadow, waiting to suck the life from them. Amalia tried, lord she tried to keep herself going. To keep the smile upon her face. But the simple fact was, it was growing harder and harder.

Her leaders were at odds with each other, two whom had loved each other so deeply. Perhaps there were some scars that could not be helped, nor fixed. She shook her head and loped towards the borders and deeper into the territory after.

It was with such thoughts, that she came upon one of such as it were and she chuffed gently.

Hello Lady Sakhmet.