Ouroboros Spine Sâppak

The moon was bright in the sky when the white hunter reached the borders of Moonglow. In his jaws he clasped the thick bodies of two beavers. His hunt had been prosperous. It would show good intentions to bring them gifts after such a long time away. The last time he had spoken with the Moonwoman had been to help her daughter. Seeing the moongirl again had sparked a sense of duty in the cotton grass hunter.

Kannoyak placed his prey at his paws. The man looked upon the pack and wondered if they all fared well, if they had been strong during the winter months. Their numbers seemed strong, based solely on the markings at their borders.

The pale wolf took several steps back, respectful of the village’s claim. His chin lifted to the dark sky and he howled.