Ouroboros Spine cryptic bones and ancient feathers

the duck is kind enough to take shikoba to the place of rest. the agouti soon sees the clearing where the mouths remain open, providing entrance to the places of solitude for the dwellers of moonglow. names are given, though she sees no glowing eyes within the shadow of the dens. out for now, it seems.

kukutux takes a seat within the entrance of her own, she invited shikoba to draw closer, should she desire. the native feels a deep sense of gratitude to be welcomed with such open arms. she will prove her worth eventually, but until then, she settles besides kukutux. her sitting posture slumps, she soon settles down as her fur brushes up against the purity of the duck's. sulfur eyes stay open to observe the land before her, though they turn to look towards kukutux with promise.

"shikoba dig tomorrow. many thanks, kukutux." a warm smile, a feeling of safety and comfort. shikoba has been brought under the wing of the duck -- but she will not emerge as a peaceful waterfowl. no, she is a bird of prey. when it is asked of her, she will provide.