Ouroboros Spine and some people thrive in chaos

a small puff of kivaluk's chest is given as the topic lingers upon his father; though not his own accomplishments to kivaluk: his father was his hero and that kigipigak was his father was the rooting source of this pride. d'ya know him? kivaluk asks, eager enough to let his prickly guard down ( even if it was by a bit ) to gush over his father with stars in his eyes.

maybe he can teach you too! at least... while they are visiting. in any rate, kivaluk understands that this visit is not meant to last forever and very soon they would be making the return trip to qeya river. which was good as far as he was concerned because it was their home.

oh, the boy deflates a little at the other man's admittance: that he wasn't the guardian type. it was, admittedly, a bit disappointing but kivaluk doesn't focus on it for long; attention snared quickly by the mention of scouting.

is scoutin' travelin'? he asks, not quite sure how to 'define' it yet; or if like many things in life ( kivaluk was beginning to learn ) it was multifaceted.