Ouroboros Spine under divine law of the opus magnum

For @Cara and sorry this took me forever to get up. My job consumes me on a regular basis haha.

By the time everything had settled, Mordecai had come back to bury her. Days later, he found himself checking the very place, if only to make sure it was not desecrated. For the most part, he found that Ptarmigan's burial spot was left alone and for that, he found himself thankful. There were far worse things that Mordecai had happened upon in his days, but in his case one of those was not finding an upturned grave.

He had not lingered long there though, favoring to move on beneath the chilly rain that fell. The leaves were thinning from the trees in the crisp wind, but for the most part the majority retained their autumn foliage strongly. The Spine had erupted into a mix of evergreens and color; the two contrasted each other greatly, but he paid them no mind. If things had been different, or had he been of the proper mind, Mordecai would have stopped to admire them.

Instead, his paces took him steadily towards the borders, where he found he lingered most days. This time not out of the question of staying or leaving, but in the hopes that he would find someone out there to bring in. There had been successes, but also failures on that part. He could not make any of them stay if they chose to go, and was only aware of those that had slipped out through their grasp. No doubt to find greener pastures, packs that had themselves together. He had yet to encounter Cara on these jaunts though, but not because she had been absent from their borders. Aware that she visited them regularly too, Mordecai avoided her.

But today, he would not.

agalloch — the astral dialogue