Ouroboros Spine Winter dressed in white

Rodyn felt the gentle brush of his ruff, that feeling of being watched and he lifted his head, quickly. Yellow eyes scanning the area, landing on the pale figure of the sickly man he had found at the borders.

Russet body shifted and he turned to meet the other's gaze, unflinching. Though he kept his stance neutral. Rodyn knew he had hurt Shikoba a female he held in high regard and it rankled. He was the father of Mojag, who had disappeared and been lost to them, looking for this man.

Though Rodyn was disgusted with himself, he couldn't stop the thoughts as they cantered through his head. However, he didn't speak them. Instead he bowed his head in greeting.

Inutsuk isn't it?