Ouroboros Spine Tell Me What I Don't Know

Njord waited for Kukutux’s thoughtful answer, but when it came the seafarer could only let out a deflated hiss. He wasn’t exactly sure what he had expected… but certainly something more concrete than the tribewoman’s esoteric wisdom. Maybe a lead on someone who was searching for a man like him? ‘Learn what it means to be father, first,’ did resonate, however – though he struggled with taking this advice like bitter medicine.

His posture slumped, disappointed with the thought that he would have to endure more time without a partner, despite Kukutux’s assurance that it would find him if he kept his intentions straight. ‘You keep the song of your people, taught to you by your father. Think of this,’ He thought of his kind and gentle father, Valtyr. Njord, as a rebellious adolescent, could never level with him. Maybe he needed to tap into that part of him… the patient, serene part. Not this scarcity mindset which festered, now.

The red-tail straightened. “I thank ya fer yer wisdom, Kukutux. But… don’t ya, ‘ave a charm or potion… somethin’ ta help me on this path?” he smiled sheepishly with a whisk of his tail.