Ouroboros Spine Tracking into Troubles

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The ashen male had never truly been fond of packs, but he had begun to understand the dynamics of them. Moz had disappeared and left him to the Spine and the wolves within it. While he may have found a way to understand the pack and how it was run, it did not make him any more social. Kierkegaard had spent a vast majority of his time traversing the borders or beyond their territory in search of prey. He had found that he knew very few of the wolves within the ranks, and though he had been accepted by Mordecai, the male had seemed as elusive as Kierkegaard. It did not bother the ghostly brute. He was fitted to a life of solitude. Nevertheless, he did find himself awfully protective over the borders of the Spine. When an unfamiliar scent wafted to him, his lengthy limbs carried him much faster than necessary to the source.
The pale woman had not crossed the line of their boundaries. His sharp golden gaze settled on her figure for a moment before he lowered his head towards the earth and sauntered forward, brows furrowed. The brute was not a social creature. He was not one for words of warning or gentle reminders. As he neared her, the Demonte-Sairensu male cast his tail upwards and his lips reeled back to reveal ugly yellow canines. Flashing them, he lifted his skull higher and released a wicked snarl to the woman. Without so much as a word, Kierkegaard darted forward and snapped his jaws threateningly. The ghostly creature’s hackles were on end; he appeared very much like a savage.
His protective nature was not uncommon. He had taken Signe into that pack, and he would not allow strangers anywhere near the outskirts of their lands. The pale woman smelled of some foreign pack; she was far worse than an outsider… she was an enemy.