Ouroboros Spine it happened if i say it

the woof of greeting breaches kivaluk's concentration. he pauses, mid-mark; a bit awkwardly to peer over his shoulder.

to see the sunking.

kivaluk lets gravity pull his paws back to earth, though one claw snags in a particularly stubborn bit of roughbark.

he tugs it free with a moment of struggle, feeling humiliation burn his cheeks.

sunking. greets the hunter, with a dip of his head in respect.