Ouroboros Spine tulaktuk ⟿

It was in silence that Kyrell returned with his packmates. Bearing the weight of multiple packs on his body, his mind wrestled with the recent events towards the end of the hunt.

The trouble facing the desert kingdoms was unsettling, but he had no intention of coming to arms against an unknown enemy. Kyrell was a hunter, first and foremost. A defender if needed, but never a soldier.

The attack on Mae also plagued his thoughts. Kyrell did not intrude on the healing endeavors made for her behalf; the path to recovery being one that he could not walk for her. Yet it had been months since he last saw the girl, and she had gained a multitude of new scars in the time that passed. Now she would likely hold more. What else had changed for the wolves he knew from the willows?

Upon reaching Moonglow, Kyrell would assist in organizing the trade goods before walking the borders in thought once the work was done.