Ouroboros Spine Flourish, they may

Upon her beckon, Inutsuk drew nearer, pecking her ear gently with his nose in greeting.

Strong indeed. The tawny man agreed, cheeks burning with an odd sensation of pride, for it welled greatly inside of him.

His son. Sivilluk of Moonglow. The thought was appealing.

I am sure Shikoba would like nothing more, as would I. Regardless of whether he does, he will provide our family — Moonglow — in great ways. 

How is your own ulaq faring? It cannot possibly be any less bustling than ours. Inutsuk chuckled, imagining having three whelps puttering around at every spare second.