Ouroboros Spine got no bones

[size=x-small]And before D has a talk with Mordecai :)[/size]

Dijax had woken up from a mild nightmare, one of the south and the heat that it belonged. He planned to talk with Mordecai the oncoming day. As much as he reassured himself he didn't feel this way, the Russian would almost miss the small place. It was alluring and explorative and... his temporary home.

He walked south of the den he'd been sleeping in; a wolf-sized crater in a tangle of boughs hanging from a low tree that had recently lost all its leaves. Dijax picked up a scent incredibly close to him, but there was no reason to be alarmed; it was a Spine wolf.

Adjusting his eyes to the darkness, a white coat shined prussian in the darkness. The figure was picking something out of the underside of his feet, and incredibly painful area for the wound to have happened were the wolf not to clean it it, which he was. "Hello, Spine wolf," Dijax greeted as he stopped at a respectable distance away.