Ouroboros Spine I'm flying like a bird to you now

the warmness left their conversation. the moment had been swift and yet kukutux tucked aside the glimpse of another side to raimo. he revealed little about himself outside of what was relevant to each point in time.

"the break is clean. i will walk further every hand of days." recovery of such was never swift, but kukutux did not wish to be more vulnerable than she already was beneath his eye. 

aware now that they had looked upon one another far longer than was proper, the duck swept her lashes down with a thinly veiled sigh. a small paw extended to touch the pelt again. 

"there is water near. when i have removed the flesh from the other side of the fur, it must be soaked." the coldness would constrict the skin, harden it. then the long days of chewing it, grinding that side to leather. something to while away the hours between death songs. 

her throat clenched with a tiny sound.