Ouroboros Spine a creature, that i am

a soft smile tugs at the corners of kivaluk's lips at sakhmet's words; tail wagging softly. it feels good to be praised, like the soft flutter of fingers thru his fur, but he is careful not to let ego grow into arrogance about it. he knows that he still has a lot to learn, a lot of growing to do yet.

holding onto that helps to keep him grounded.

yeah! that'd be fun. kivaluk agrees eagerly. d'you think we could take down one of those weird, round beasts? he asks using sakhmet's provided terminology for it.