Ouroboros Spine sanniktigijuk

kukutux meant to say no, but then glanced to her shoulder, to sialuk's gentle ministrations, and then beyond her raindrop's shoulder, thoughtful.

the lingering ache of pain in the rent skin reminded her of the things that grandfather bear had hunted in the glen, in moonspear: blood.

the red stain of it against her fur. neck prickled with a sudden wariness. "perhaps i was not meant to seek them. there are only spirits with which men may speak, pukak. they will not answer in a way that i understand"