Ouroboros Spine I never really cared until I met you.

Ah, she said, intrigued. So to slay a seal as a yearling, by oneself, served as a passage to adulthood. Ciri's sunshine gaze lingered on the darkened markings of Chakliux's snout, wondering how many attempts he might've made to kill such a creature.

A great test of courage and strength, she imagined, for the sea did not belong to their kind.

Chakliux commented on how odd it felt to have a child grown. Ciri smiled through the ache she felt, for having missed out on the building of a family of her own. Perhaps if she'd stuck around there would've been a mate to come home to this year and cubs trailing at her paws.

I can only imagine, she answered smoothly, gaze dropping to spot a little fish grow brave enough to dart between her ankles. You'll have new little ones to occupy you by now, though?