Ouroboros Spine all dolled up in gabardine

The view was spectacular, seeing everything coated in a veritable blanket of snowy white. It was certain a view that he had not seen yet and briefly, one he hoped to take in alone. But it was not meant to be, as the footfalls of another coming up the slope behind him. By the time he had cast his gaze back to view who it was, he caught the sight of falling snow from one of the last scraggly pines. It landed in a heap on top of an unfamiliar wolf, leaving Mordecai to turn fully and move to investigate.

He bristled in response to her unfamiliarity, but found that she smelled of the Spine. Was she another creature brought into the fold that he was unaware of? The thought this time provoked anger, though it was not directed outwardly. He would find out who took her in soon enough, he supposed. Above them, the crow cawed a single time, as though to announce its amusement at the situation; Mordecai took his gaze from her snowy form to the dark and sleek looking bird. “I wonder how long that crow's been waiting to do that,” he mused with a chuckle, glad it had not been him that the bird aimed for. Then again, he had cleared the last of the forest a few minutes ago, and wondered if the crow had only landed there recently.