Ouroboros Spine shadows on the snow

thanks for joinin!!

the stranger halts, his dark frame contrasting sharply against the snow-blurred backdrop. his head lifts slightly, yellow-grey eyes catching the movement of the young hunter as he approaches.

for a moment, he does not speak, only watches, his stance rigid like a man caught. the snow swirls around him, catching in his coat like fleeting embers extinguished by the cold.

you guard these lands? he shifts, back legs stepping to ease over the other side of the border he trails, leaving him disconnected. eyes burning upon the yearling who intercepts him. just minding my business.