Ouroboros Spine Little ones dressed in furs

she listens, and the more she does this, the more she can feel her heart swell with pride.

her son, her greatest creation that was raised on the backbone of his pack and mother, had come to finally begin his journey as a man. but perhaps what made her beyond proud was not the fact that the boy continued his path of learning but instead that he was teaching others the things he learned on the island during his lost days.

being a sharp pupil took skill in itself but becoming the teacher? proud does not begin to scratch the surface. "i cherish this knowledge you share with me, rodyn. mojag has finally found his place, his people."

"he always shared a desire to return to the beach. the formation of moontide was a miracle for him to step forward." often shikoba wondered about mojag's days on the beach, the wolves he had met, and the memories he formed without his mother by him. "how does moontide fair, does it grow?" it must certainly be large enough for them to have made their claim.