Ouroboros Spine i see your bones beneath

idleness does not sit well upon kivaluk's shoulders. especially not with his most recent conversation with his father still imprinted too fresh upon his mind.

yet, still he lingers in the sting of mourning what once was; choices made for him, things so far out of his control that thinking he could do anything about it was nearly laughable.

petulant in the only way that a still child could be, he scowls at the empty air of the neutral territory he looks beyond. he lets himself linger in these feelings for a bit longer before he gives his coat a shake; dispelling the light snow of the early morning and begins his patrol; eager to lose himself in the focus of guarding and marking the borders.