Ouroboros Spine amgignax

peregrine, much like the strange man who ranged the outer edges of the spine, spent much of his time guarding. the redhawk blood within him flared during this time of such tension among the moon-people. who was this face? what was his claim?
who the fuck are you? although he is brusque, his tone is not necessarily aggressive; but his eyes are shining slits of florida sunset, hard and assertive. because that was his job, was it not? second hunter; feed the people, protect them. lemme guess. you a stray kukutux picked up?