Ouroboros Spine I was three days on a drunken sin

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the duck lifted her head when he spoke, but said nothing. he passed off as if he were stormcloud, and she was left to stare at the wing, surrounded by blood where he had left it.

she wondered if he meant to set it there as marker. or perhaps as gift, but he did not seem the type who gave such. kukutux at last gathered herself to her paws, weaving a bit.

she picked up the last of the ptarmigan and returned slowly to the ulaq, leaving the wing where the mink-man had let it fall.