Ouroboros Spine came down over the sleeping mountains

It's that time again — pack meeting time! There is no posting order and this round will end on December 6th unless everyone posts beforehand. :)
Tagging for now: @Kaname, @Cara, @Harlyn, @Sitri, @Mara, @Sidewinder, @Sialuk (if your absence will allow it!), & @Dijax (if you want to!).

For most of the day, it had snowed. Wet in its consistency, it had fallen so calmly and quietly that Mordecai was surprised it actually amounted to anything. It had made his rounds more interesting, leaving wide berths of untouched land where old trails normally were. But he had made them, even hunting briefly when the need arose, and had spent most of his day lost in thought. There was something about that particular day that stirred him into action. By the time midday began to cross into late afternoon, he found himself deep in the depths of the Spine.

Central in its location, he had chosen a place to bring them altogether some time ago — a tight knit group of conifers where the boughs seemingly wrapped and hung onto one another. There was no resolute shape in this, but the bizarre placement of such trees lent the area a since of closeness. It provided shelter from the wind and some from the snow, though it was almost safe to say there was just as much on the ground there as anywhere else. It was there that he lingered in composition, drawing himself up in last minute preparations to bring them together.

As the sun began to set some time later, Mordecai summoned the wolves of the Spine to him. His call was strong and clear and lengthy at best, but the message's intent was obvious enough. He wanted to rally them together in one place, a place where he could take stock of them as a whole and hopefully begin their trek through the long weeks of winter ahead. His voice tapered off, swallowed by the veritable silence provided by the snow. Mordecai waited now, alert and listening for the distinct arrival of his beta and their subordinates.