Ouroboros Spine ᐊ ukkuq

Rodyn was not a loud wolf. He existed in the in-between. Spaces where only the humble reside. He was not boastful or loud. Had not ever fought for anything but the land he loved and the wolves he cared for. But he hunted for them all. He used his skills and his gifts to feed as many as he could. And he never asked for anything. Even the women he had loved. The one that had left him too early, and the other Embers of something. Who found whatever he offered wanting and chose him not. He cared for them still and he always stepped aside if he must.

He pulled a fur she was not working on towards himself. He worked in quiet tandem. He took the briefest of moments to study how she moved and the rhythm she held and he mimicked it. This way they were in sync and not working against each other. So, conversation could flow easier and work done at same pace. So, none moved forward or got left behind.

A soft blink. That is a heavy question with many answers.

A soft tilt of his head as he thought of an answer. My sharpest edge you could say is grief. I loved the sun and she loved me. And then the moon and the sea took her from me. But.

A small smile as he worked. Paws shifting the fur. Teeth working. Yellow eyes gentle, but heavy. She gave me two gifts before she left. Though they left soon after, my sons. I do not know they live or die.

Stocky shoulders rounded from years or work and hunting, began to loosen as he continued. I thought I could start to love again and both times. I was left for someone with something I didn't have I suppose. But i think of them fondly still. Though one, the water and the moon also took her and her beloved. The other disappeared into darkness. And we have not found her yet. But perhaps I am the darkness adn I just do not realize this.