Ouroboros Spine and some people thrive in chaos

rodyn, of moonglow. though the second bit seemed a bit obvious to kivaluk, he doesn't capitalize upon it. not any more obvious than kivaluk's own 'of natigvik'; but as kivaluk understands moonglow is sizably larger than natigvik it felt right to include it all the same.

though his social mood often flipflops — something that would only get worse as he aged into the 'teenage months' — kivaluk is filled with an awkwardness towards the silence that stretches, broken only by the older man's question.

nope. kivaluk replies, puffing out his cheeks for a moment. but my dad was the best hunter during his time here. kivaluk shifts his weight then, ears cupping back atop his skull for a moment. it wasn't kivaluk's own accomplishment but it felt night to brag about it all the same.

are you a guardian? kivaluk asks then, eyeing rodyn once more, trying to unceremoniously decide if he looked 'guardian' enough ( what ever that meant ). it was, along with scouting ( inspired by this very trip ) that held kivaluk's burning interest at the moment.