Ouroboros Spine But we didn't have any ice cream, so this is mayonnaise & black olives.

It was not her place to allow or deny dispersals who might seek a place in Kukutux's ranks nor was it she they sought after. Nonetheless, the artisan is drawn forth by the summons with a hint of concern upon hearing the way the call strained and cracked with a warbling customary of youth -- thinking perhaps a lost child might've found their way into the mountains. 

Her worries are assauged at the sight of a lanky adolescent (in place of the pup she had been mentally fretting over), accompanied by an older woman -- her dam or aunt perhaps. "Greetings," was all Lótë said as she stopped before them, the Eta's tail giving a few slow wags as she drank in the clan-scent of them. She wondered after what they might be here for but knew her curiosity was more likely to be sated by allowing them to speak freely than by assailing them with questions.