Ouroboros Spine glory

their eyes meet and though the silvered champagne of kivaluk's gaze is soft but steady, she is the first to look away.

hey, kivaluk murmurs in reply, offering her a soft tug of his lips into something akin to an easy grin and a friendly wag of his tail.

my anaa, he offers with a soft nod of his head, even if the word 'mother' brings with a soft pang of hurt. kukutux was his mother in every way that mattered ... and though her stability was the only thing keeping him grounded, he felt, it did not stop him from missing his birthmother.

but i, what? kivaluk inquires, words soft and lacking any sort of judgement or malice behind them. i'd be more than happy to show you around and help you pick a den.

it reminds him for a moment of nasamik, for some bizarre reason that he cannot rightly place.

i'm quite the realtor, in case you didn't know. he says lightheartedly, though there was apparently some measure of truth behind his words.