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Days of rest had followed the scare of infection in his leg. The ashen brute had taken less to exploring and more to remaining in his temporary den along the ridge near Sunspire Mountains. Had it not been for Caiaphas, Kierkegaard would have lost more than a few days of time due to the rapid rate with which the infection had spread through his leg. He was grateful to the young coywolf female. She had offered him aid when others would have simply turned him away. Because of this, the Sairensu male had mulled over the idea of finding out more about the packs that she had mentioned. The Spine had been the first on his list.
It had seemed considerably secluded. Mountains carved out a gateway on either side of what had appeared to be a handsome rolling valley. Kierkegaard could scent the markings of the pack before he had even drawn close to the borders of the spine. His fiery gaze trailed the peaks of the mountains that surrounded their home with some mild curiosity. It was a fitting place; the seclusion would have been welcome by the introverted male. Drawing his salmon-colored tongue across his muzzle, the large creature lowered his head towards the earth and breathed deep in the scent of the wolves who called the Spine their home.
Kierkegaard was not a wolf easily intimidated by others. He – often foolishly so – was bullheaded and proud, which aided to his inability to find companionship outside of his sister. There was, however, a moment of hesitation as he lifted his skull upwards and thought about calling on the wolves of the Ouroboros. He knew that he could not survive through the winter on his own, and he did not want to risk his own life or the life of his sister in the attempt. With a rapid heart, Kierkegaard parted his dark lips and issued a deep, throaty bark for the wolves of the Spine.