Ouroboros Spine in which death has claimed as mine

a chuff breaks thru the quiet that kivaluk has deigned to wrap 'round him like a blanket. it breaks the stillness of the early morning, of the moon's gradual descent and the slumbering of the woodland creatures — and perhaps most of the pack. his ears flutter atop his skull, gaze peering over his shoulder.

he recognizes the woman as moonglow but does not recognize her face nor her name. little does he know, she is the woman named by his father as one he should seek for training.

hello. kivaluk greets.