Ouroboros Spine Ready, set, let's roll

Lotan was settling in to his new home -- it felt strange to call it that, but it was where he and Wyvern would be staying for the foreseeable future. Already, his paws itched to rove past the borders, but he forced himself to stay within the ring of mountains for now. Before he went adventuring, he needed to acquaint himself with the territory, and with the other members of his pack.

He did miss Sterren Hollow, though he tried not to think about it too much. He thought often of his parents and his older siblings. While he had taken day trips away from his family on multiple occasions, this was the longest that he had ever been separated from them. As he meandered up the rocky slopes of the southernmost curve of mountains, he wondered what they were doing at this very moment.

It took him a few hours to slowly reach the peak, as he wasn't skilled at navigating this sort of terrain. But when he did, he poised precariously on a narrow ledge and looked out over the wilds that spread out before him, a vast and seemingly endless sea of snow-blanketed forests, valleys, and hills.