Ouroboros Spine And you said, “We are in the wild.”

A little while later, Kukutux appeared, looking exactly how Towhee remembered. Her sweet, almost floral scent filled the Redhawk’s nose as she came closer. The “moon woman” greeted her like an old friend.

Towhee’s lips parted to say the same—“it is good to see your face”—but the pale she-wolf promptly invited Towhee to accompany her somewhere. She inwardly balked a bit (an ancient hangup about entering other territories), though she nodded and prepared to fall into step beside Kukutux.

I assume this means you had a litter this year. Congratulations, she said, looking sideways at her companion. How old? Tell me about them.