Ouroboros Spine O sea-starved, hungry sea

she could hear it in her voice, the glimmer of curiosity in her ye. shikoba normally does not think of herself to be a spinner of stories, however, she knows that her life is much different from the paths that others come from. a war maiden once hailed for her strength, now left alone as the only wolf sharing blood to the great family before her. in a way, she almost feels shameful to carry her own brood yet to pass on the name and tradition her colorful family has. perhaps, she must discuss more with kukutux about husband-hunting to save what little honor she holds left with the pheasant tail clan. though, the thought must wait, for now, she can only remember.

she looks towards the peach with a prideful smile. "shikoba was warrior, daughter of great war chief, Hinto Pheasant Tail. we claimed desert, home called pheasant tail clearing. had to defend, many coyote and loners travel there." in a way, perhaps tradition and honor is passed through the lips, so honor may not be lost, and names may not be forgotten. perhaps, this is how the spirits live on. "desert place of peace, like moonglow. but, sometime war happened. shikoba would fight to keep family safe. same way shikoba fight for moonglow. for kukutux, and for samani." blood may not be shared, but it can be spilled together. so long as there is a scared bond of trust between the native and this family, she will give her life for them.