Ouroboros Spine you come from a line of kings

Each child born, both as beautiful as the other. Inutsuk watched them fondly; closely, even, as Shikoba let him come to join her.

As his wife embraced him, the names of their children were given. Inutsuk sighed with soft satisfaction. The names are perfect. It was true, hence why he'd wanted her to name them of her people to begin with.

He will know it. Inutsuk then promised, offering a small kiss to her crown before he slowly shifted away to the entrance. 

A call, to @Mojag. You have become brother, my son. And if the boy so chose, there was an invitation plain in the father's voice.