Ouroboros Spine Drapetévo

The boy with the bloody head slunk along the borders of the pack called Moonglow. He was not sure that he liked it. The terrain was different from that of the vale. It did not make him homesick persay. He simply found that he was critical of the pack he had pledged himself to.

Pausing on the edge of the spine, Antigone squinted out across the terrain that stretched toward the mountains. He had not seen that mountain range up close. The sunspire had been all that he had known in his short life. It was impressive, he thought. A sour scrunching of his features and the boy turned to the interior of Moonglow.