Ouroboros Spine Silence in all things

Rodyn has integrated back in as simple as you please. There was a type of heaviness to him that only came with aging. With pushong yourself so far until you almost break and reeling it back in. At least physically.

He moved among the borders of the pack lands. Leaving his scent in places it had faded and in new spots. Tufts of fur and claws and urine.

He closed hia eyes to enjoy the breeze and ready his mind was running. Tumbling to the thought of Ermine and wrestling with aiolos.