Ouroboros Spine The city of the moon

Large rocks rose from the earth and formed a gate around the marked location of a wolf pack, or so the warrior could infer from the scents that were placed around the territory in strategic locations.

Their numbers did not seem lacking. Foxfur had not scented the princeling there, but he understood the importance of sharing word. There was a fine chance that one of the guardians of the mountain had seen the dark boy. There were too many scent markers for the seer to have gone unnoticed.

Drawing to the border of the claimed territory, calculating the terrain with a narrow eye and a twitch of his whiskers, Foxfur called to the residents and bid a small meeting at their border.