Ouroboros Spine cryptic bones and ancient feathers

shikoba finds herself avoiding the north from the heartwood as she smells a marked border not too far away from her and ciri. after she leaves the girl behind, the native finds herself on the edge of the mountains that keep the lake hidden from outsiders. careful to watch where she steps, the scarred woman lifts her muzzle into the air and calls for an audience.

she is not sure if joining a pack so soon is a good idea, but lone wolves are always at a disadvantage when it comes to surviving. soon, summer turns to fall, and fall into winter. by then, it is a poor time to have no land, no claim, no family. shikoba is wiser than that, she knows what needs to be done. for now, she takes tentative steps away from the border and keeps her posture low. she is the daughter of a chief, but he is no more than a memory. shikoba is not royalty here, she is only the marked woman whose flesh was torn by the hellcat.

shikoba intends to make a new name for herself, somehow. the scars may never leave, but the pain and guilt behind them will. perhaps, this ethereal landscape can aid in her healing.