Ouroboros Spine Silence transcends

Tall lean limber legs of hunter tore up the ground. Where once had been small pockets of fat. It was now lean grace. Though heavy winter fur of deep russet red was taking place upon hia body. He would stick out like a sore paw this winter.

He shifted into place. Nose quivering as held his muzzle aloft. It was going to snow soon. He would need to descend down into the lower regions to hunt weasels of white soon. Then a wrestling match with Aiolos and he was finished with bride price he could offer to Samani.

Though for this day he wished to fish. So he made his way towards the river. Though he stopped briefly to check the caribou meat he had drying.