Ouroboros Spine Opportunity is the Tip of the Spear

His ears flicked towards her as she spoke. He wasn't expecting an answer. Most of which she shared, he learned by happening upon it. These wolves had a language of their own. A culture born of things he did not understand. In time, perhaps, but for he still felt a stranger in these lands. There was much to learn and plenty more opportunity to grow.

"Family." The word felt heavy. Like a cloak of lead. He did not know why those syllables carried so much weight to them, but it was uncomfortable all the same. Kero shifted on his paws, turning his gaze towards the horizon as the water curled around his ankles.

He grinned. She'd answered him. He wouldn't be able to use that question anymore. "What does Inquip mean?" he asked instead. She'd given it to him that name for some reason, but her language was lost upon his ears. He knew nothing of it.