Ouroboros Spine things become possible if we want them bad enough

As his tragic melody echoes far and wide, the sound tapers and ends naturally. It feels nice, letting that off his chest. He's not sure what that sentiment was, precisely. Longing for a place he will never know? Or sadness for a world that stills for no one? Natjuk deliberates this openly, taking in the lay of the land surrounding the spine. Where to next?

It is not long before his straying attentions are brought to bear upon a howl. Someone had heard him? It should come as no surprise but it does. He thought he was alone, thus he let loose whatever festered inside him. To have some soul witness his unsaid passion makes him feel exposed and ashamed. He has always been a reserved creature so he cannot help feeling this way.

He does not respond. Not instantly. Not while humiliation roils in his stomach. What an ugly, stifling emotion.

Minutes tick by before he can collect enough of himself to call back. This time his howl is short and direct, meant to investigate and not relay: Who are you?

If the other has any qualms with having an open conversation - one where miles around will hear them - they best come closer. Natjuk is comfortable here on the south part of the elevated ring.