Ouroboros Spine It's all business in the left-hand lane

She'd been here before, hadn't she? 

Skeetch was usually pretty decent at recalling her journeys- the only problem was that she was a wanderer, which meant that she led many paths that had no end. It wasn't often that she found herself in the same place twice- and yet the spiny ridge of mountains had a shape that was very familiar. She recalled the speedy she-wolf who had challenged her to a race- and she remembered now, with some guilt, how the scent of a hare had distracted her, mid-race, from the woman's side. She hadn't spared a thought for Shikoba afterwards, but now...Now, she realized that she'd disappeared without a word when she should have been focused on the task at hand. 

She wondered if she might be welcomed again, or if her failure would be counted against her. She wasn't going to chance showing up empty-handed, so she chased down a rabbit that she might offer as an apology. She settled, then, just beyond the borders as she panted softly, taking some time to catch her breath- and hoping someone would come along soon. 

She didn't have a great attention span.