Ouroboros Spine Into the mystic

Inutsuk wished to know if she watched the skies often.

Samani nodded her head and smiled softly. It was one of her favorite things to do, she had found. The skies were always different. Some days were heavy with clouds and thick with rolling thunder and lightning. There were other days when the clouds were fluffy and white. Those days were beautiful to watch, for they looked as though they were wolves traveling across the skies – massive white hunters.

The young girl regarded him carefully, blinking curiously at the way he stood. It looked as though he wished to move closer, but he was tentative. Samani did not understand why.

Want to watch? she asked him, nodding her nose toward the spot beside her.