Ouroboros Spine itsumunga ≙

the way kukutux speaks so highly of aiolos, the way she reminisces of the past and their time together, it almost makes a bubble of loneliness float from her heart. while shikoba could rarely see herself as a mother, she wonders if she could see herself as a mate. in her youth, the native was meant to be betrothed to a neighboring group to bring the two tribes together. 

but with the slaughtering of her home, the marriage could never happen. the young wolf was kind, the bravest of his siblings. he would have been something special, someone, her father would be proud to call his son.

though, the woman removes her head from thoughts of her past. "perhaps... shikoba find her own sun man. if able." softly spoken, almost afraid that she may curse her search by stating these words out loud. someone to lean on when she needs help [which is more often than not, though she may never admit this]. if kukutux, the woman she values so highly, is able to find time to balance her role and her life with aiolos, then why couldn't the native?