Ouroboros Spine like the breaking of glass

As it turned out, a few weeks of rest were exactly what Lane's infected paw had needed. She felt good today. The warmth of the morning sun shone warmly upon her back, a silent promise of the long-awaited springtime. It stood to chance that Lane was not the only living being who had been coaxed out of hibernation by the sun; on this morning, the young botanist was in search of herbs. Perhaps she would find a few shoots of spring's earliest bloomers. 

It was not her intention to harvest, of course. Even if these lands had belonged to her pack-- which they didn't-- it was too early for that anyway. Lane was merely scouting, assuming that with Kukutux's injury, the moonwoman would not have had an opportunity to do so herself. The Vitale was itching for something to do. Some way to be of use. Lane had gratefully accepted Moonspear's kind hospitality for long enough to heal, but now it was time to start pulling her weight and repaying her own debt as well as that of her packmates. 

Lane came across some divots in the ground, and she cocked her head in recognition. She knew it was an antler-- she used one herself to make similar marks in the soil when she was tilling a garden. Lane followed the tracks, which made a beeline inward toward the Spine. Soon she came upon the Moospear man, struggling to tug the enormous crown through the various entanglements which slowed him down. She gave a soft woof to attract his attention, then wagged her tail amicably. She would approach and see if she could lend a hand, if he seemed open to her company.