Ouroboros Spine first blood

aha, victorious!

the ear grab for some reason tends to be claiming mark of shikoba, considering the marking she had done of nuak to atone for his sins against moonglow. but the memory should only linger, for her thoughts remain on the man before her, parting her black lips to remove his flesh between her teeth. as she pulls away, she smiles towards him, "have not played in long time," shikoba says to him, "it's fun."

when was the last time? perhaps with larkspur, mordecai and harlyn when lost creek hollow remained a family. perhaps, with that litter, it was the last time that shikoba had played with someone. but those were children, this was an adult, a full-grown wolf engaging in something one could view as childish, but shikoba sees it as time well spent.

now, she settles on her haunches for a moment and looks down towards the catches of the two. the spirits now could truly give the man his name. "inutsuk," she says carefully, "good name. with fish and blood, inutsuk claims it." 

unexpectantly, shikoba throws her head back in a howl, a call to everyone so that they shall now name his name. "inutsuk claims his name. first blood has spilled, and spirits bless him." hopefully, he will find it more joyous than strange, and perhaps even partake in the song.