Ouroboros Spine piqpakkun

The cotton grass man had been busy making a home of the den Ariadne had shown him. He’d cleaned up the remains of whoever had lived there before. When he had worked himself tired, Kannoyak rested at the mouth of his home and gazed out upon the waters of Moonglow. The view was unlike anything he had experienced.

Pawsteps perked the white hunter’s ears. His plum gaze scoured the immediate area until a familiar face appeared along the path. The man’s tail thumped in a welcoming manner. He rose to stand, walking down the trail to meet Ariadne halfway.

Moongirl. It is good to see your face, he greeted in the customary way he had heard the wolves of the moon use.