Ouroboros Spine Are blowing through my room

Lótë just happened to be passing through the area when she spotted the brindled pup — munching on the berries that dominated the area. Curiously, she padded closer, wondering who he belonged to but found no smell on him save for the scents of Kukutux and Aiolos. She chuffed softly as she settled on her haunches a few paces away, shooting the boy a friendly smile whenever he happened to turn in her direction.

”I greet you, young one,” the two-year murmured in standard greeting, “I am called Lótë. Who might you be?”