Ouroboros Spine Little ones dressed in furs

Rodyn had been given permission to enter and so he did. In his maw were skins of otter, and small seashells. A caribou pelt for @Shikoba. The shells, something to show the children where their big brother Mojag was for now. Whether Mojag came back or not, that was up to him. And Rodyn would never force it upon him either. He would share in the time that Mojag gave his family and his packmates.

He found the den of Shikoba and chuffed quietly outside. He didn't skirt the entrace, merely sat upon his haunches and waited. He knew well how upsetting it could be to a mother to have visitors at times. And it was not his intention to cause the mother of his heart such unrest.

Yellow eyes took in the changing mountain as it turned from winter to spring. The buds of trees, new life singing or being laid. It was beauitful.