Ouroboros Spine ᐊ uluu

the day was quiet enough that his absence felt loud. ippiksaut moved from her ulaq to main ground. scenting the air where paths crossed and voices faded. no red in the brush. no heavy tread by the lake.

she paused, ears angling, tail still.

@Wrath, she called once, not sharply, but with purpose.

then she continued on, stubborn as frost, intent on finding the crimson man wherever he’d wandered off to.