Ouroboros Spine in hopes that i'd decline

for @Nasamik

the afternoon carries a chill that runs bonedeep, felt keenly even through the thick, coarse wintercoat kivalk had grown as the months of frost hold tight to the wilds. on and off all morning a light snow fell, blanketing the spine in a fresh coat that had made hunting for his bride price not impossible but not easy either.

he finds he still a little more clumsy in the crunching snow than he'd like.

but the rabbit foot he'd left on a flatstone near his den to dry and the bits of meat he'd been able to stow away in the nearest food cache had been a boon all the same.

most of his days are now filled with hunting and practicing sparring with whomever he could cajole but the scent of strangers upon and crossing into the borders, mingled with leadership do not go unnoticed by him as he makes his patrol.

it is from such patrol he heads now, towards the heart of the spine, hoping to grab a meal from one of the caches and, with any luck, catch up with a packmate along the way.