Ouroboros Spine wolf boy

Ever since Moonglow’s return from Hoshor Plains, Ipiktok fell into the routine of village life. Like any growing boy his age, he hunted and explored. No peak of Ouroborus Spine was too challenging to climb, and Ipiktok left no pebble or shrub unturned

The hand of time slowed for no wolf. At eight months old Ipiktok had transformed from a tubby pup into a strapping young lad. His tawny fur had grown long, longer than most, and soon his frame would fill in completely. It was as if he was cut from the same outline of his Saltshore father, Rhaegal: tall, rugged, and broad-shouldered.

Recently, his anaa had given birth. Ipiktok felt he should be more involved in their society, but a restlessness stirred within his spirit. Because of this, he sought out his grandmother, @Kukutux.

“Anaanatsiaq,” his changing voice asked as he stood outside the Moonwoman’s ulaq.