Ouroboros Spine foxfire

Nuak woke with a shudder after rolling off the edge of the fur bed he had claimed for himself. He landed awkwardly on his side after dropping from a slight rise in the dirt. At first he kicked the air and after gathering himself remembered where he was; not Ursus, but the mountain.

He looked for signs of the pale woman immediately, concern knitting his brow. All he could see was twilight's indigo sheen against the sky. A brisk wind whipped along the edge of the spine and drew across his shoulders, surprising the boy with its shadow-like chill.

With a piggish grunt he got to his feet and shook debris from his coat, then gingerly sought the pelt again, where he dropped himself in the center. There was no telling how long he had been asleep; days by the look of things, and now night was falling fast.

A gurgle in his stomach told him to go find a solitary spot to relieve himself - the amount of fatty tissue he had recently ingested wasn't something his system was used to - but the boy was otherwise content on the red fur rug, unwilling to budge from it again.