Ouroboros Spine it happened if i say it

sleep eluded kivaluk.

so, he spends the witching and early dawn hours patrolling the borders.

he considers slipping out of them altogether to check on one of the small deer herds he's been keeping a keen and close eye upon but decides not, ultimately.

he's spent many days trailing them, and many more days lost in thoughts.

of questions he will never have the answers to. letting his roiling resent, anger and uncertainty plague his waking hours.

determined to bury those feelings, as he does, kivaluk throws himself into the relentless patrol, pausing to strengthen the borders with deep earth cutting clawmarks or tufts of fur left in brambles and roughbark.