Ouroboros Spine in which death has claimed as mine

what are your strengths?

kivaluk takes a moment, perhaps longer than needed, to contemplate this. his ears flutter back to rest at half mast atop his skull as he carefully considers the question. what were his strengths? i am thick, he says, slowly. so i have power in my paws, in my body weight. in this, it was almost like hunting: use his strength to it's utmost advantage.

still, he looks to her, hoping that he was right in the conclusions he drew about what he knew to be his strengths.