Ouroboros Spine in which death has claimed as mine

she hums to his words, foxes were indeed something. perhaps not seen as a large gesture to most,t but shikoba as a teacher saw value in any action that held intent. she was pleased with the boy, to say the least. "foxes are just as important," she'd chide him lightly with a nudge of her own shoulder against his lightly, "your father and I chased them together."

she still had one of the furs, a mated couple who thankfully lacked pups. in a moment, shikoba could think of the brutality that came from such a gruesome act. but brutality was the nature of the beast, and shikoba would not turn her back on her upbringing and her roots. there would always be foxes, but hopefully none in the spine.

"have you sparred before?" she would be surprised if he hadn't, considering the strength that seemingly exuded from the backbone's prodigy. shikoba would expect nothing less from the sons of tartok, though in the quiet moments she prayed that they would not pick up on the behaviors of said wolves.