Ouroboros Spine sanniktigijuk

kukutux had not meant to be seen, and her ears wilted at the sound of sialuk's voice. she had grown to a height and was beautiful, but it was her confidence that finally relaxed the healer. so her skills had been passed downward, and she sat in the snow with a small smile. "would you ...?"

clean the wound, she trailed off, for she wanted to assess sialuk's training as well as be mended. and yet there was resistance in kukutux to be seen so vulnerable. aya, it did not matter; if her raindrop saw anaa tangled in birth pains she would see a true rawness there.