Ouroboros Spine Into the mystic

The rose nodded her head softly in response to his query. The hawks had mesmerized her, had pulled her attention toward them with fierce cries and wickedly hooked talons. She had never seen anything quite so beautiful before, not in her short life.

When introduced, he offered a name of Inutsuk. It was a name that sounded like the others of the village, a name that would not have been out of place in their family. The girl turned her jade gaze toward him and nodded again, pleased to have met him, pleased to know another wolf in the village of the moon. He was gentle with his words. His presence was comforting, so she did not think it was important for him to leave.

Samani, she offered to him. Her name for his.

You… are stranger no more.

As if that solved that matter, the rose dipped her narrow muzzle only once.