Ouroboros Spine the life we live is by choice, not by force

the large male does not go unnoticed, for shikoba watches from afar from the higher spines of moonglow. she is still and silent at first, interested to see whether or not this man will sing for an audience. though, his lingering nature without a note of his presence causes her curiosity to turn into caution. with everything unravelling with the new broods, she does not take lightly to having unfamiliar wolves, especially males, near their borders. the last thing she needs is another nuak and tupilak at her doorstep.

so with purpose and power, the scarred woman descends from the spine at a hearty lope, hackles raised but with a calm expression over her visage. as she approaches the male, she takes note of his larger size and prominent features. jadeite and aquamarine eyes with with ground wheat, soil, and night sky hair. peculiar.

she draws herself to a halt once she is close enough to him. "who you?" she asks, her voice is calm but direct. shikoba takes her job seriously and prefers to not dally in conversation.