Ouroboros Spine Olwen

Safe - yes. Was she happy though? Kausiut did not know. She was still in the middle of figuring out, whether she was in a position of demanding anything more out life than a simple, existence. At the very core - she very much liked to live, despite life being absurdly hard for her. On the other hand - shelter kept you warm, food kept you from dying and you found yourself trapped in this for - God knew, how long.

She would happily change something, were she aware of, what that thing could be. For she had seen very little of the world and her disability kept her from discovering it. How much of novel things you can find every day within that square mile she lived in daily? Same trees, same paths, only packmates, who crossed the area changed occasionally. Days could pass, however, without her meeting anyone at all.

Sialuk seemed eager and ready to leave. Kausiut would have gladly asked her about the bones and stones that had helped her sister to talk with the gods, but she respected other people's wishes not to talk for long. She knew only too well, how tired one felt after lengthy conversations.

"Yes," she simply replied and dipped her muzzle politely in a farewell.