Ouroboros Spine first blood

Sure seems like a good place to me.

The feel of the fur lining beneath him brought a short memory; the feel of a newborn lain against his mother's belly. It was warm.. comforting — such in a way that made his face burn with indignation. All relationships he once held with any form of family had long since been destroyed and not by his doing. While now was a time to live anew, memories would never simply vanish. This is what he hated most, as both the former Morte and the present Inutsuk.

Hearing the softness in Shikoba's vocals drew his eyes upward toward her. This was no time to be angry and coarse. Hopefully she had not seen his reaction, for if she did, he figured queries would ensue. At the prod to eat, he would do just that and do his best to brush it over. For now, he would let this moment be only of celebration — not anguish and hatred for something that happened years prior. It was all over now.