Ouroboros Spine up with the trees

It was a curious thing to find areas of Moonglow familiar. It had been many months since Kannoyak had walked their land, prowled the rugged stones of the spine. Things had changed, of course. He picked up on various scents that had not belonged to the moon village when he had last been there. The cotton grass man knew that he must work their borders until these aromas became commonplace.

On such a journey, Kannoyak saw a handsome figure draped in a thick fur. The cotton grass man approached with confident steps. His plum eyes were bright upon the pelt that the other wolf wore.

Greetings, hunter. This one is pleased to see your face.

Again, Kannoyak used the customary greeting of the moon wolves.