Ouroboros Spine oh no no no no no

his paternal attitude flourished further as the girl bade him wait, calling for her parents and/or the leaders of this place. he sat at her request, curling his tail around his haunches and anticipating whoever would answer the summons.

aditya caught her eyes upon his throat and chuckled, a little awkwardly.

i don't know, either, he said. one night it wasn't there, and the next morning—

but a white-pelted woman broke off his story, and he dipped his head, standing with relaxed, respectful posture before her. again, moonglow. this time, it rattled something old and dusty in his mind, but he put it aside while focusing on the matter at hand.

my daughter is missing, adi explained again. a little younger than her, i think, he added, gesturing toward the girl with his muzzle. sikuaq, she'd been addressed. black and gray, with some brown. friendly. brave. silktail, we call her. have you seen her—or heard news of her nearby?