Ouroboros Spine shadows on the snow

@Kukutux @Aiolos @Vairë -- hoping to join! he's skirting along the borders

he trudges through the snow, gait low, head pressed against his chest to bear the brunt of the biting wind. the storm howls, an unrelenting force that lashes against his broad frame, but he does not falter.

his black pelt is dusted with fine layers of snowfall, specks of white clinging stubbornly to his sleek coat. the mountain looms above him, its jagged peaks lost in a veil of swirling frost. he winds through its base, heedless of the land he trespasses on.

his focus remains fixed on the path ahead, the borders of this place a faint suggestion beneath the snowdrifts. there is no hesitation, no pause to consider the implications of his presence. the cold cuts deep.