Ouroboros Spine Pissurta

His travels, yet again, led him straight to one in particular he had been hoping to see.

With the air bitter and frigid, the eyes were harshly nipped. Though the child he could not fully view, her scent was unmistakable.

Samani. Inutsuk greeted with thrumming vocals, continuing to fight the winds with batting lids.

The two seemed to cross paths so easily, as if their minds synced when the desired the company of each other. Perhaps it was true that he outnumbered Samani in years, but that did not mean there was nothing to be taught by the young she-wolf. Each new generation is born with more knowledge and capability than the last. It is within their blood -- within their purpose to share this knowledge; from him old, and her new. What lessons would they provide today?