Ouroboros Spine tiniruk ⌓

And as such, he could only hope she could trust him. That he may never do her any harm and may do for her anything in his power to do. It was something a good friend would offer to another but there was no secrets between them now as to how Aiolos had come to care for her beyond just friendships. He had admitted such before and it was her knowledge of this and given her sudden circumstance that he felt the pang of guilt in his gut. Not because he wished for her but because he wished for her and now Jarilo was gone.

She lived. She had this much but she also had her daughter to live for and, unknowing yet fully to him, a new pack. He listens as she speaks of her daughter, how they waited, how they mourned by a tradition of songs to those fallen. He was silent still, allowing her to speak. She was... moon, here? He thought perhaps he remembered this word. To build this new village, to pick up the pieces of what was left of Moonspear, a guide to those lost after such devastation.

I've all the faith you will guide them well, Kukutux. As you have guided me. She had been a wolf of advice for him a time or two. If there is anything I can do to help, to ease your pain...? He trailed off, his lips pressing to a frown and he cast his eyes downward. He had not been much good for Tzila when he had tried to comfort her. Maybe he could do better with Kukutux. But with how much horror had bestowed his allies as of late, what could he do, if anything, to make it right again?