Ouroboros Spine zodiac

The cotton grass man had not anticipated young blood finding him. Yet as he stood on the edge of his home, there was a boy who gazed back.

Kannoyak swallowed at the lump in his throat. He was not a man who had talent for sussing out emotions within others. Still, the white hunter could see this boy’s gaze. There was longing there, a desperate cry for love, for family. It clenched at the man’s heart. Something like familiarity had been shown but it had been wiped clean from the young wolf’s face.

Hello, moonboy. Would you care to hunt with this man?

Kannoyak offered the younger a smile.

*gobbles up this thread with glee*