Ouroboros Spine We can travel so far as our eyes can see

Letting down her burden—the leg of a deer that she'd been dragging awkwardly along the ground—Sialuk licked her lips with a soft, satisfied grumble. The pack had successfully taken down a deer and feasted well. Their fortune must have been running high, for the wolves didn't eat nearly as much as they could in hungrier times, and there was ample meat left over. Sialuk had volunteered herself to carry some to a cache in the pack's western quadrant, which is where she headed now.

She bent to pick the leg up in her mouth once more, took a few moments to readjust it so that it was more comfortable, and began to wind her way through the conifers once more. Her deep blue eyes were set firmly ahead; she was relying on her ears, which were turned to her rear, to alert her of anyone or anything trying to sneak up behind her. After all, one couldn't be too wary of ambush, even in their own pack's territory.