Ouroboros Spine Nutarau

Rodyn had learned to use all his senses. Mouth with scenting, nose too. Sounds with movements. He learned the vibrations under the ground. Letting him know different things. There was something, sacred to him about hunting. It was in a way to him a worship of the world. He always thanked those he killed, and he never killed more than his pack needed. Or that he could share.

Music was many things to the red russet boy. Willow trees and their long tendrils skating across the water. The wind in a hollow on a cool day. Animals speaking and yowling to each other. The sound of rain on rock and dirt, the plop as it landed in the rivers. So many sounds and each one music to him.

A low chuckle stirred the air, full bodied and warm. He smiled at her, eyes twinkling. Ten.

Amusement and kindness laced his voice and he motioned at her form.

You seem a bit stiff. Would it help if i went over there? He motioned with his head a few steps away on the land.

I could skin the fish while you tried again? I always felt self-conscious when anyone would watch me at first.

He thought about briefly touching her shoulder in a show of comadrie, but was unsure how to do so, without seeming fresh.