Ouroboros Spine itsumunga ≙

kukutux provides good reasoning behind the choice of having a litter; as long as there are young, there are more wolves to serve moonglow. and as shikoba understands, that is all she cares about, making sure that this home survives longer than her original one in the desert. shikoba offers a thankful nod to the woman, though hears the final part. the duck is not wrong, for shikoba's first place in moonglow is to serve as sivullik. she intends to serve as this position until she is no longer able to.

now, shikoba thinks for a moment. "shikoba has no... husband." ah yes, the first barrier to what keeps the native children-free. perhaps this could change with recent conversations kukutux has had with the recent recruit, morte. she has yet to share more words with him, but perhaps her future may become entangled in his path to rebuild a new life.

another roadblock encountered in the native's head, and now she bashfully looks towards her paws for a moment, sulfur eyes look for jadeite. "not pretty like kukutux or löté." shikoba has been touched by near-death experiences far too many times, the gashes over her face and body say so. her fur is not well-kept at most times, and more often than not, her autumn coat is due to the dirt that has yet to be cleaned from her skin. she worries about her attractiveness to the males that make up moonglow.