Ouroboros Spine spoiling

looking for a spar if possible, but open to anyone/anything

Massaraq lingered along the sides of the riverbank. He was not hungry nor did he wish to fish, but he walked along the water allowing its flow to determine his direction. He was not bored, and yet he felt stalled. When he had first started learning to follow the trails of game he had had grand plans of setting out by himself. And yet such an idea seemed daunting now. To linger in ap lace punctuated with the loss of another sister so soon after the absence of another and her mother felt heavy, and yet to leave even for a short whlie felt too much like running away. Breathing out he let the chill of the water seep into his paws once again, and forced himself to keep walking.