Ouroboros Spine you look so worn, so thin

Vulnerable little girl. Arrluk would never think it. Little, well, yes this was true, but many of the women around him, including their mothers, were little. Galana was from a matriarchal colony. She was Nuiruk. Hell, she was Melonii. She may be little and even quiet, shy or even awkward at times as Arrluk's own self, but vulnerable and weak did not apply, especially so now that she had been returned to the strength of her family.

Arrluk himself? He had most certainly absorbed much of his father's persona and watched him carefully growing up, adapting even the protective, yet submissive role among a female voice. Kukutux had always been the speaker of the pack, the one who people looked to for answers. Aiolos was a rock. A strong shield to the sword.

I find it hard to tell which is which sometimes. Dad too. Some, you can really only see when the sky is completely clear or others sometimes only certain times a year I think... He tried to recall it as Aiolos had spoke about it. Their father just speaking only, while his pup's cuddled up for a nap under the night sky. That one... He murmured as he jut his muzzle up. It's the northern star. Supposed to be the brightest. Help to navigate.