Ouroboros Spine All I have to do is breathe

Rocks tumbled beneath the man’s foot, drawing the jade eyes of the pup toward him. Samani’s ears had risen sharply, standing tall on her head so she could take in even the most hushed of sounds. The large white wolf did not really need to worry, for his size was difficult to mask by anything but sheets of glistening snow. At least, that was how it seemed.

Samani wagged her tail to him, inviting the shape to draw nearer to her.

Dark as it was, she believed she knew the broad shape of the man’s body, the soft ivory of his fur coat. It should have been Kigipigak. The stoic man was a familiar one sheerly from how often he spent with Samani’s mother. The peachy child had grown quite good at keeping track of familiar features. She could see the jagged scar that rose from his lip in her mind’s eye.

Quiet as the evening was, she would have liked some company.