Ouroboros Spine zodiac

The boy had taken notice of a new scent upon aaka, and when he managed to slip away from his sisters he followed that scent until it was very strong. When he came to a man's ulaq he stopped to observe the area and listen to the wind as if it might hold answers, but the voice of Black Bear was silent.

As time moved along, Tautukpik became distracted by the flit of birds, and their calls to one another. He watched a butterfly lob itself drunkenly between blossoms. When he caught movement from the ulaq, his attention affixed again.

He saw a large pale figure — and immediately thought of his aapa. Was he home? Was he going to come back to them? Tau rushed to the ulaq with his heart in his throat.

Standing there, he did not see his father, but the stranger @Kannoyak.

The cotton grass man had not anticipated young blood finding him. Yet as he stood on the edge of his home, there was a boy who gazed back.

Kannoyak swallowed at the lump in his throat. He was not a man who had talent for sussing out emotions within others. Still, the white hunter could see this boy’s gaze. There was longing there, a desperate cry for love, for family. It clenched at the man’s heart. Something like familiarity had been shown but it had been wiped clean from the young wolf’s face.

Hello, moonboy. Would you care to hunt with this man?

Kannoyak offered the younger a smile.

*gobbles up this thread with glee*

The man was very much like his aapa, but also different in very specific ways. The boy was precocious enough to catch the plum of his eyes, the pristine quality of his coat where as his father's would hold scars, and a smile that was welcoming but also guarded. His voice was not as strong sounding; and for a moment Tautukpik regretted coming so far in his hunt.

Speaking of, the man invited the boy to hunt together. Tautukpik had not yet hunted anything; he had thought it was something his aapa would want to share, and when Kannoyak spoke his words, Tautukpik gave a little huff from his nose and backed away.

You're not aapa. He was frowning a little bit; the wind whispered something then, and he turned an ear but chose to focus on the man instead. Why does my aaka come here? But even as he asked this, he saw inside the ulaq was the beaver pelt which Ariadne had been working on.

The boy huffed at his offer. Kannoyak blinked, surprised at the quick denial. Even if he was hesitant, the boy had surprised the white hunter. When Kannoyak had been young, he’d been pawing and scratching at any opportunity to track and follow prey across the white snow. He wondered if he had overstepped, if his friendship with Ariadne had sparked something in her children.

This one is named Kannoyak. Cotton grass man.

It was best to start with introductions. The white hunter smiled, warm and welcoming in the way his plum gaze settled on the young wolf.

Moongirl - ah - akaa is a friend to this man. She was injured and Kannoyak carried her to safety. Sometimes she will visit to make sure this one is settling into the village. A small nod of his head followed this explanation. He wondered how the child would take it.