Ouroboros Spine Tell Me What I Don't Know

Wibbly wobbly timey-wimey…

Njord had traveled outside the perimeter of Sapphique to track the Broken Antler Herd and happened to run into a lone wolf passing through the taiga. They had just come from the South and were the friendly sort. The two shared information in passing… the quality of the herds in the grasslands, the quantity of fish in the streams… but most peculiar was a tale the loner had of a peculiar pack nestled in a spine of mountains. Fortune tellers… medicine women… matchmakers. At first, Njord chuckled in disbelief. They said their goodbyes, but as Njord returned to Dragoncrest and fell asleep in his den, he couldn’t shake the thought of this mysterious clan.

Different things plagued his heart… things he didn’t have answers for. Though he wasn’t one to put great weight on the ethereal or magical… something tugged at him. In the middle of the night Njord set out at a good clip South, arriving at dawn a day later. Yer crazy, he thought to himself over and over, wondering exactly what propelled him forward.

The dawn was dewy as he stood tenuously on the borders, smelling the air for signs of pack-life.