Ouroboros Spine Fox-squirrels!

It would be great if a few people could join in! (Mara especially!)

Her failure with the fox still pricks at Rain as she sniffs along the boarders of Ouroboros Spine. Who would have thought a fox could be a squirrel?The silly creature was probably still sitting up in the tree waiting for her return or mocking her. Dang fox-squirrel thing. She flicks an ear out of irritation. By the time she was able to return to Silvertip Mountain the fox would either be killed by another wolf or moved on to a different area. Even if the fox did relocate she was confident in her tracking abilities to find it again. It was her lack of hunting skills that gave her doubt to catching it.

An autumn breeze tainted with the scent of squirrel rustles the leaves above her causing a few of the dead ones to shake loose their hold on the branches and drift to the ever growing pile of colorful crispy ones below. Great, now the wind is mocking my loss. Her paws crunch over the dried up leaves, steadily heading in the direction of her pack's territory. She had ventured out here to learn the area of the Tekkon Wilds, but felt that she has been gone too long. A week now it has been, a month it has felt.