Ouroboros Spine never love an anchor

Yes! Her exclamation, though quiet, was still ringing in the stillness of night. She reached out to gently tug her son close to her, resting a paw on his shoulder as she used the same paw to point to the stars.

An old wolf, just outside these lands, told me of them. They are heroes honored, villains given ultimate punishment. Look, there. Do you see those stars, three in a row? She paused, waiting for Salaksartok to find said stars.

A great hunter’s spirit lives there. He is Orion, and he hunted great beasts before he was stars.