Ouroboros Spine katjanik ⋖

There was a great deal to the culture here in Moonglow that he had yet to learn, which apparently came with learning different words as well. Ones he suspected came from a language Kukutux had learned growing up, and he wasn't sure if it was polite to ask to be taught, or to simply keep asking her what the words meant, and learn only as much as he needed to. For all he knew, it could possibly be a sacred language only spoken by women, but known by the men only so much so that they could understand what their wives were referring to. At least it didn't seem to be a secret language- that might have made him feel a bit uneasy. 

It seemed as though there were a few ways to improve his status within the pack, though he wasn't sure he wanted to go straight to Raimo and demand his title from him. It seemed there were other ways, which might earn him favour, and he found himself liking that possibility more. He could simply earn the favour of Moonglow by proving himself to be an excellent provider. He could kill for meat and for furs. Zane, apparently, would not likely be a problem, and for that he was thankful. Perhaps he should aim to befriend Zane, so that he might have a 'brother,' as Kukutux had said. 

"I will earn my place," He said, though he did not want to be so bold and say exactly what place that was, so that Kukutux might see that he had ambition, without necessarily uprooting their way of life in order to do so. The tasks she had given him, and the advice- he would put it all to good use. "For you," He said, as he reached down to gently nudge the muskrat in her direction.