Ouroboros Spine nautchiak ⟭

Ariadne had been very eager for the opportunity to stretch her legs somewhere other than the ulaq they spent most of their time.

As they traveled, the red whelp did not stray far from Kukutux', pacing herself alongside the pale wolf she knew to be her mother. Her littermates, however, would likely roam about, knowing how adventurous the two were.

Once they'd come upon a new ulaq, Ariadne strode in front of her mother and stuck her little head through the arch, peering within. Privacy was not yet something she had matured to understand. Now that she could finally see past hazy lids, there was so much to explore — especially new packmates.