for my heart is an unending tomb

Kierkegaard · (This post was last modified: December 28, 2014, 02:52 AM by Kierkegaard.)

In his time in the Teekon Wilds, the ghostly figure had spent very little of it in the Great Bear Wilderness. While it was mildly peculiar for him to have sought refuge in the ranks of Ouroboros Spine, it was not because he was particularly fond of their territories. Whether he wanted to admit it or not, the brute had grown somewhat fond of the inky-faced female from Ankyra Sound. It had been on her suggestion that he had wandered to the borders of the Spine and requested acceptance. Had Caiaphas not spoken of their lands, Kierkegaard would have continued his solitary existence on the sharp rocks of the ridge that sat much further north. Nevertheless, he had followed her instruction and joined the Spine, and he realized his lack of knowledge in the surrounding territories was not viable.
Nearby packs had never been an issue for the savage. He had never found himself close to their borders, and so he knew very little about them. Kierkegaard was hostile enough with travelers near the boundaries of the Spine. He would have wagered that the wolves of the other claimed territories would have been very much the same.
It was unintentional that he would find himself so very close to the borders of the caldera. He had made note of the markings, though the snow had forced him to deviate slightly in his trek. The brute was walking on a very thin line between free land and claimed territory. Head lowered to the earth, shoulders rolling in a predatory manner, Kierkegaard trudged through the winter environment with sharp golden eyes keeping a look out for nearby patrollers.