Ouroboros Spine I was three days on a drunken sin

three, four sunrises. details were beginning to filter back to the duck. she had been preparing for ruenna's visit. hydra roamed the mountain. that was when she had looked up to see the light, and after that, a darkness not even her most complex thought could untangle.

kukutux awoke from her fitful nap. something stirred in her consciousness. maybe it was only the frantic darting thoughts of a snow goose who had lost her home, but the injured mother emerged from her ulaq to scan the terrain another of countless times, pale ears turning in wariness toward the second figure that blossomed against the long white.