Ouroboros Spine The seas part when they hit the floor.

He had barely gotten settled when a voice shot out of nowhere, following one of the many paths he had woven up the mountainside. His head rose from where he'd placed it on crossed limbs, while his tattered ears tried to pivot and focus the sound.

Nuak saw Kukutux standing there; except this wasn't really her, this was someone smaller. She looked to be closer to his own age, without any uncertainty upon the path. The tone of her voice had been light and level, not exactly inviting but not hostile either.

Nuak caught himself wondering who she was — before remembering he shouldn't care, they could have been dangerous. Especially if they held such a pretty face.

He scowled and stood up, but only to adjust himself even closer to the stone wall behind his body, and wedge himself in to a smaller coil as he lay down. His ears twitched and followed the sounds of her body; her breathing, the sound of claws against stone if she shifted her weight — but otherwise he was not welcoming of her presence.