Ouroboros Spine shadows on the snow

At first, the stranger doesn’t answer… and this sent a pulse of adrenaline through the Gamma. His jaw clenched, worried this wolf was here with sinister intent. The situation dawns on him. Ipiktok was not afraid to defend his family’s village… but he had never fought in earnest before… and he could sense the practiced, hidden ferocity in the other’s gaze.

Yet they choose to retreat beyond Moonglow’s markers… and Ipiktok was relieved.

“Yes,” Ipiktok affirmed proudly as he stood tall. “My name is Ipiktok Nuiruk. This border marks village Moonglow.” He must speak loudly to be heard above the wind.

The stranger watched with intensity and Ipiktok felt the pressure to act as Aiolos or Arrluk would – brave, noble, and wise. “Why are you out in this storm? If you seek shelter, you need only ask.” After all, he had never seen moonwoman or sunman turn away those in need of help.