Blacktail Deer Plateau reporting the patterns row by line

For @Osprey. I meant to have this up last night but instead I passed out haha. :C

The days had begun to length noticeably, for a change. If there were ever any indications that spring was heading towards them, it was that alone. The warmer weather beget it as well. Though the grassy climes of the Plateau still retained the worn, washed out hues of the autumn behind them, Mordecai felt confident they had all weathered through the winter. And it had seemed that this pack had prepared itself well just in case, very much in the way that he had made certain that the Spine would have.

But the thoughts of Ouroboros were not in his head as he wove his way through a forested patch of ground. Dante had given him a loose tour of the grounds and now, Mordecai found himself exploring it much in the loose tour he had been given. Retracing the steps that he and his companion had taken, the tawny Ostrega had delved off into the grove all on his own out of interest. What could have been in there? Anything, he presumed. There were densites scattered all around, though Mordecai held no interest in taking one for himself. He had long slept beneath the stars, weather conditions poor or not.

puscifer — the weaver