Ouroboros Spine We're sailing

Kukutux was warm, and her presence was inviting. As with the others who had welcomed her, she moved forward to graciously accept the invitation, feeling a humble glow light like a soft lantern in her chest. The woman she met was the mother of many, the matriarchal figure from which stemmed many saplings. She was reminded of her own mother in ways- a woman who had brought many children into the world, and who spoke of them with pride. 

"Peace be," She replied, remembered her own familial way of greeting another with a tough of fondness and reverence. "I am Simbelmyne. I have been with Moonspear since the harvest moon," She added, so the Moonwoman might know of her longevity. Perhaps she was late in visiting the other packs- but she had many changes to grow accustomed to. 

She took note of the word for lake, and of its distinction as brother. She wondered why, but decided simply to accept rather than question. What she could see of the water was glassy, reflecting the ring of mountains, the forested foothills and the sky above. "It is beautiful, so calm," She said with a voice barely above a whisper.