Ouroboros Spine Fox-squirrels!

What he garnished from her words was that she was fairly new to her own pack. Perhaps it seemed fitting to send out the newer wolves to do the scouting, if only as a means to test whether or not they would come back. It was an idea that occurred to him, however distantly, but it was tucked away all the same. Wanderlust was a powerful thing to take hold of any of them, but the real test was whether or not they could perhaps part with it. Survival often became the severing blade, this he knew. Beyond that, he had a loose name for the region that had become his home for the past seasons. Teekon Wilds. Interesting.

“You never asked,” he said cheekily. “I'm Mordecai, and you're at the borders of Ouroboros Spine.” The name rolled freely off his tongue, though he couldn't have said when the last time was that he had named it in full. It had become easier to simply refer to it as the Spine; the name invoked the memory of the story behind ouroboros for him momentarily. But it came and went in a cyclical form, and his attention did not deviate noticeably from Rain. Instead he turned the tables a little bit, curious of her short-lived existence at the Spire.

“What brought you to the Spire?” From what he had heard, it was quite a towering mountain, though he couldn't have picked out where it was. Beyond the river, in lands he had scarcely traveled. A rival to Silvertip in their not-so-distant north.