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

“Sidewinder,” was the only thing he offered her before tearing into the leg of meat. His teeth ripped apart the sinewy muscle like it was nothing, and it left smudges of blood and animal matter along his muzzle and paws as he ate, but he paid them no mind. A watchful eye did not depart from Sialuk as he ate, though, wary of her presence so close, even if she had backed away to give him more space. He did not blame her for her behavior. In fact, it was expected of her. He was, after all, lower in the hierarchy than she, and he would have to fight for a higher rank if he wished for one.

When he finished taking his fill (which was roughly three quarters of the leg), Winder backed away from what remained and glanced at Sialuk. He was in search of something, as always, and he knew it would not hurt to ask the whereabouts of the white-eyed wolf. If she happened to know, it would help him. If not, he could not see a way in which it would hurt. “Have you seen a white-eyed, white-coated wolf?” he asked. “I was told he might live here.” Winder had all but given up hope that the wolf still lived here, but there was always the chance that he was still in the area and she had spotted him.