Ouroboros Spine quick and dirty

A faint smile flickered on his lips at her words. Sidewinder, while not an intruder in the traditional sense, did not consider himself part of the pack. Sure, he was living here, eating from their caches, but he did not contribute to them. He ate when he was hungry, waltzed around the territory, and nobody said anything to him. It was a pretty sweet deal, he thought, and spending the winter here would be perfect. Once the snow had melted, Winder could move on to greener pastures. The grass was always greener on the other side.

“So you been around here awhile?” he asked. Perhaps Harlyn was a longtime member... or maybe she was just stopping in for the winter. If she was the latter, it was possible they could bond over that. And if she was the former, Winder could pretend that he was going to stick around for the rest of his life.