Ouroboros Spine Dust motes on the river bed

Arrluk nods his head as well, silently agreeing with her about the water. One day he would find out that he enjoyed swimming too.  

With a proud lift of her head, Arrluk's lowered, resting on his outstretched front limbs a moment as his white lined ears swiveled, listening to her speak about her mom. 

She must be real strong. He commented, hearing of her being a warrior. His dad came and went alot. He would say, 'protecting the pack's home'. He probably spent time with her mom then. 

Again he thought of his mother. She sang and told stories, hunted and skinned the meat, healed and counseled. What else did Arrluk like? Oh ummm... He thought and lifted his head back up. Following dad around the lake, listening to mom sing while she skins, wrestling with Massaraq...Wot you do when not with water?