Ouroboros Spine winterberry

Though their laughter was warm, Ipiktok could see when his Grandmother shivered. He made a gesture with his muzzle down the path, towards the village ulax. Walking might help keep the cold at bay.

“This winter will be colder than the last,” he idly remarked before becoming attuned to Kukutux, one again.

“I am hopeful Valiant will help heal my mother’s heart,” he replied “She has improved little since I went away.” Was it not every son’s dream to see his mother smile? Would his marriage bring her happiness? Grandchildren?

“Aya,” he breathed at his cousins’ unhappiness. “I hope they will find their way home again soon.” Ipiktok knew Moonglow would always welcome Ariadne's children.

However, Moontide’s plight sounded even more dire. And Ipiktok knew it must take great strength from Rodyn to leave his departed wife behind….

Kukutux’s next comment made one brow raise. She subtly revealed a slice of her gambit. Ipiktok had a feeling there were many layers to Moonwoman’s diplomacy… perhaps he did not realize how deep it went.

“Anânsiak,” he simply said in a sly voice… as if to acknowledge her intellilect and prowess.

Yes, Ipiktok had ambition. Perhaps not to lead in a traditional way… but to help raise his people above all others. Though a child of an unlikely outcross, Moondoe had produced a man who’s veins were filled only with Sunshine.