Ouroboros Spine that dude is a scientist, but i already cured all diseases last week

A summer hunt with the villages. Ray had never run with his pack in a hunt before, with the wind in his fur and the scent of fear and blood in his nose. Sapphique had been blessed with a great whale carcass to keep them well fed during the months he would normally have been learning that. A small hunt here and there was all the practice he had. So it was true that he was no hunter, and held no passion for it.

But there would be others there like him, wolves who were learning to coordinate with a larger group. Wolves who were learning the correct body parts to target. He could not deny feeling compelled by that. Okay, said Stingray, mustering a more genuine smile now. Deal.

He gathered the pelt to himself and marveled at the softness of it, the leather supple and pliant under his wandering nose. Something about it all felt a little unnatural to the Sveijarn wolf, who would find in the coming months that his was a wilder soul, but it would warm his sleeping place nicely and he might come to appreciate the quality of it someday, if not the practice itself. Thank you, Moonwoman Kukutux, he said. It might be nice to learn.