Ouroboros Spine piqpakkun

The man nodded his head. The beaver pelt was small but it would provide additional warmth when the evening winds blew in through the den entrance and lifted the hairs along his spine. It smelled faintly of the moongirl and so he would treasure it, would hold it close when he spent his nights alone.

Leading them back to the den, Kannoyak tidied up the meat and bones from his recent hunts. When the place had been reasonably cleaned, he waved his tail and sat down, inviting Ariadne to take a place beside him, if she would.

The view from this place is remarkable.

The plum color of his eyes returned to Moonglow’s water.