Ouroboros Spine Into the mystic

Samani.

Strangers no more. That they were.

Inutsuk would do well to remember the name and tunic of the child. He would later need to tell her apart from the crowd, especially once he grew to be better acquaintances with others.

Do you watch the skies often? Samani seemed mesmerized by the creatures. The man now wondered if they were the only she took interest in. 

Such a far distance he stood. They now knew of each other. Hopefully he could be permitted closer in distance, though he shouldn't assume. He would consider it disrespectful to near a mother's child, especially when the mother was Moonwoman of the village. Head down and tail lowered, a paw lifted, intending to step further, but paused as a questioning glance was cast downward. Even as awkward as the posture was, he would wait for acceptance or rejection with no stumble or falter.