Moonsong Glacier tuvaurat ⥳

With breath locked in his throat, he nodded, voiceless. He had not...would not speak his given name for the Moonwoman. That man was dead. 

"Bathed and born anew. So I shall wear a new calling of your choosing." His voice, as soft and masculine as ever. She need only bestow it. He need only her acceptance.

But before that, proof. In the form of blood, not dark mist, that flowed in his veins. Her command was heeded without hesitation. Curling around himself, stretched in a lanky ball of dark, sandy crested fur, he reached for the scars wrapped around his hind leg. Outstretching the limb, incisors clipped deep at the scarred over lines. Re-opening the rift where Sedna' own teeth had once latched down.

His blood...her blood...the blood of Ostrega trickled in crimson rivets down his leg, to drip onto the ground. Her bidding done, Saviguk took his judgment further, placing it right into her paws. To her he edged, scooting low. Then rolled, presenting himself prone on his back. 

I offer myself as your sacrifice. Take what you will of me.