Ouroboros Spine i see your bones beneath

i will seek them out, kivaluk promises her, gaze contemplative as it settles upon the neutral territory spread out before them. and keep up with my patrols. it gave him something to do: hours where he was able to shut out his thoughts and focus on instinct and nothing else.

he looked forward to those hours; which perhaps explained his change of heart from scout to mercenary: it, like hunting, required focus.

thank you. he says again though more and more it does not feel like enough.