Ouroboros Spine symphony of bones

Shikoba offered a smile to the hunter and then he listened.

The new title of his that rolled of her tongue felt strange, but it also filled him with pride. He had done it. He had made a home of his own. He was with wolves he cared deeply for.

Russet paws stepped into position behind her as she overlooked the domain of theirs. A bashful smile lit up his yellow eyes. He did indeed love to hunt and was capable at it. He didn't always succeed, as was the way of things, but he always tried.

He had to think about her question. He had been taught the basics he supposed, and he had play fought with his brothers, but he had never been in an actual fight.

Honestly not much. My father taught me basics, how to defend, vital spots. And I would play fight with my siblings. But I've never put my knowledge to use, other than the one time I wrestled with Aiolos and it was a draw, though it proved difficult for me to gain footing.