Ouroboros Spine sullukoppuk ∺

whilst the children of moonglow fill the den site with sounds of cheerful play, lómion quietly watched from the sidelines. it was custom for him to spectate from his mother’s side, but today his side hugged the den’s walls. there he observed his peers play with guarded interest.
his ears careened forward when he heard someone approach. from the horizon came a familiar face. soft and caring like mother she was, but lótë she was not. he enjoyed her company just as much as his dam’s, but still grew timid around her and her sentinel.
there was a twinkle in his eyes when he saw the gift she carried in her jaws. lómion watched his sister poke at the object until he could not contain his curiosity. he trotted to her side, and sniffed the hove before blinking questioningly at kukutux.