Ouroboros Spine and some people thrive in chaos

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reigning in the worst of his developing ...prickly ( thought kivaluk would argue that it was protective ) nature at the approach of a large, lank male draped in a pelage of browns, reds and blacks. gaze studies him for a moment, knowing that he is one of moonglow — for he was not one of natigvik and that really left no other option.

heya, the older man greets.

a beat passes and then another.

a firmer voice inside his head that sounded suspiciously like an echo of his mother's reminds him that his father was once a great hunter here. that moonglow was family. hey, he chirrups in return. i'm kivaluk. of natigvik.