Ouroboros Spine you take my hand and drag me head first, fearless

Pan's features were softer now, a little more sincere. 

When I was born, my mom died. But my dad took care of me and my brother... and he taught us about hunting and trading. When I got a little older, I traveled to learn how to hunt the caribou. I came back when- 

The young man's mouth closed. He had never told anyone about hearing his mother's voice, carried in on the sea, calling him back home. 

When I knew I needed to be here...