Ouroboros Spine x-ing a paragrab

she skirts the trees at the edge of the territory, nostrils flared. there will be no caches here. the food, if these wolves are worth their salt, will be hidden in the heart of the packlands; she wonders how far she will get before she is either stopped or stumbles upon her bounty.

it does not help that her fur is a ruddy beacon against the greens and browns—even Aventus would have been better cloaked here. but thoughts of her brother only spur her on, for it is because of the shadow that she is forced to make this kind of living, away from family, away from

mother

stop!

she cannot keep dwelling on the Ursus wolves, no matter her love for them. for her. gritting her teeth, Avicus turns and keeps heading up the slope, vanishing into a slight dip in the earth, perhaps the legacy of a long-gone glacier. the air smells of pine, the freshness of a mountain breeze. it is cooler up here; it has grown warm.

the bears will be awake. she wonders who will find her first.