Ouroboros Spine ᐊ ukkuq

Rodyn did not seek to flatter those that he spoke too. It was not something he liked to give. Not because they did not deserve it. But because flattery was the words of weak men. And he preferred the truth, honesty of a compliment freely given without the heaviness of expecting something in return. Because all gifts should be freely given, even kind words.

The words she whispered into existence. They burned and they hurt. But they were true. As honesty often was. And Rodyn would much rather have an ugly truth than a pretty lie. He would not wrap his own words up in cruelty and malice dripping from serpents tongue with arsenic and lace. No. Genuity was what he preferred. And what he gave. And what he expected to be given back.

Rodyn tilted his head, ears forward. Well I figure it would be a disservice to my mother. She always told me to be kind. And she is one wolf I would prefer not to disappoint. Even if she can no longer see me. I think the world has given me many little blessings, despite the hardship I have also endured. I am a good hunter. The universe has given me that. And it allowed me to feel the all consuming love of another.

He made a soft hmm. It would be a disservice to her memory and other's besides were i not to be grateful for both the good and the bad.

He listened closely. Eyes following hers to the lake. Water both comforting and horrifying in equal measures. Sometimes the moon asks a lot of us.

He met her gaze with a steady look of his own. Warmth of hearth and home always blazing there. For he was a humble man and home was where his heart was.


He returned her shy smile with one of his own. Thank you. You are as well, Ippiksaut once of the Sea-Ice.