Ouroboros Spine isunnagluk ⦱

Kassuq had driven himself to tears.

When the boy showed up to his mother’s summons, he was breathing hard, splattered with mud and riddled with sticks. Bruises bloomed beneath his white fur where rocks had fallen against him while trying to climb into the Spine.

He had been stopped by his own conscious screaming at him to quit before he died in the process. 

His eyes were red rimmed, his entire body language spelling defeat, the morose sadness plaguing his body. One eye looked to his bold colored brother when he spoke, and Kassuq swallowed.

Maybe. He mumbled, before drooping more.

But…they’d..they’d tell us, right?