Ouroboros Spine wolf boy

there was much of rhaegal in ipiktok.

and yet there was nothing of that wayward man in the hunter who her grandson had become.

his voice had deepened. "tutaaluga."

a curl of dried caribou meat offered now, alongside tart early berries.

her green eyes studied the boy. "what fills your mind?" did the presence of new children unsettle ipiktok? he knew the love of his anaa had not dimmed for him, surely.