Ouroboros Spine writing

Rodyn wouldn't mind a nickname, as far as he was concerned, this pack could call him anything they wished. They were kind to him, and he already loved them for it. 

His ears went back to his skull and a frown pulled at his face, but he gently shook his head. He missed his sister, his sweet sister. No, i'm afraid not. When I left my other pack, she stayed behind. I'm sure she still sings there, just not with me.

Rodyn wished now seeing this beautiful village and the honest wolves that made it up. That his family had been this way, and he would make sure that as he grew, this is how he would live.