Ouroboros Spine pitâk ◺

Balance, the warrior repeated as a reminder of his conversation with the younger Sialuk. She too had requested that there be balance in the exchange of things. The daughter had not accepted his gift of prey and had instead showed him a better way of using it. Since that time, Foxfur had met a wolf who had crossed paths with Crowfeather and had offered him instruction for where to search.

When the woman of the moon inquired what his plan would be when the spring began to clear away the harsh cold of winter. The warrior did not meet her features but cast his gaze to the distance with a pensive stare.

I do not know yet. It was not a lie. Foxfur still had few answers to his questions. There were still two members of the Starsea who were missing in the wilds. I have been tasked with finding our leader’s son, a boy named Crowfeather. He is a seer who has run from his duty, from his clan. His father is not pleased.

When the warrior returned his tired stare to the moon, he offered her an apologetic bow of his muzzle.

I would not be a very good warrior if I did not do everything in my power to find the boy and return him home, would I?