Ouroboros Spine ukaktitagaa ⤂

@Centri! <3

moonwoman's paws were still.

she did not strip hides, she did not soak skins. she did not scrape them of membrane. she did not chew leather.

she did not hunt.

she did not speak unless something must be said.

kukutux kept to the threshold of her ulaq, staring dry-eyed and soundless down the well-worn path which led from her door to the borders.

and her mind was alight with the sea-girl.

and her heart would not heal.

SUPER sorry for the wait -- thank you for starting! <3

Centri had still been new to Moonglow -- there were not many she knew or have met yet; though her goal was to change that. 

Today her trail led her from the surrounding pine land. A patch full of ferns stuffed in her maw, when the scent of something other than foliage made her nose twitch curiously. It was feminine -- chained strongly of these lands yet unfamiliar to the young medic's own memory. A new face, perhaps? Well, there was no real way to know unless she investigated.

With soft, cautious steps toward the opening's path, her greyish depths peered but only from a distance. Standing still, and not wishing to intrude the space of the stranger, she let out a soft chuff to announce her presence.

moonglow's newest was a fair young woman who possessed such beauty it made kukutux acutely aware of her ageing, her scars. yet it was the duck who wore the steadfast love of aiolos as she did her own malaise.

and so she straightened.

"you are new to this village," she said softly, jadestone eyes warmed at last to a friendlier light, even if she must endure the cramp of her own pain in it.

"i am kukutux, moonwoman."