Ouroboros Spine in which death has claimed as mine

shikoba appreciated the respectfulness the boy carried within his body. he was not overly boastful or confident but instead lingered on the side of caution. this would aid him well in some cases, and perhaps poorly in others. truly, it would just depend on the situations kivaluk would find himself in as he continued to grow. the boy was clear that his past experiences were not super serious, and she was a bit surprised that his own father hadn't stepped in to start the training of tartok fighting. however, perhaps this would mean that the boy was a moldable piece of clay, ready to be constructed into the perfect warrior.

shikoba would ensure to approach with guiding hands that would give challenge but lack serious pressure. encouraging growth, excitement, and confidence would be her key targets for the boy. and with that, she would come to stand in front of him, lowering herself into a position ready for a light spar. not one hair stood on edge, and she hoped the swaying of her tail would allow for the interaction to come off as a warm invite than a challenge.

"come, kivaluk," she would encourage him, "show me what you know."