Ouroboros Spine cryptic bones and ancient feathers

moonglow. the name fit for the ethereal being before her that calls this place home. shikoba understands the concept of beauty, again and again she sees that beauty can be found in so many of the wolves she meets in these wilds. each and every one holds their own unique definition of the term. for this duck before shikoba, it is something of a dream; whimsical and otherworldly. a beautiful haze that many would not want to leave.

a name is soon given. shikoba finds this one difficult to repeat in her head and attempts to verbalize it out loud. "k-k-ku-ku-tax?" no no, that does not sound right. a stern shake of the head, an an attempt to try again. a shallow, embarrassed swallow empties the pooled saliva. "k-ku-ku-tux... kuku-tux... kukutux." committed to memory now, shikoba nods her head firmly. 

a paw reaches to touch against shikoba's own chest, in a way to designate she is talking about herself. "shikoba," she says to the other, hoping she understands her poor attempt of introducing herself as she sets her paw back to the ground, "moonglow very big." the territory itself seemed endless as mountains wrap around the center pooled lake.

"moonglow and kukutux have... place for shikoba?" straightforward, blunt, but asked in the most polite way shikoba can manage. she is at the mercy of others, and if she is forced to prove her worth, shikoba will give all that she has in order to do so.