Ouroboros Spine pitâk ◺

You are a wolf of many talents.

Foxfur had only ever seen pelts and skins used to create bedding for children. He had never thought to use the remains of prey animals for himself. It seemed to him to be something that only the most important should have, something that the leaders would be blessed with. The warrior did not feel as though it was appropriate for him to bring pelts to the woman so that she might gift him with lavish things.

When Kukutux inquired about his sleeping, Foxfur drew his dusty gaze to her features with a small sigh. It was not a question he had been asked since he had been granted his first apprentice.

I believe I have been sleeping just as I have for the last few years. Not well, but just enough. A hint of a smile toyed at the edges of his lips.