Ouroboros Spine bad eggs

meerkat. kukutux listened eagerly, desperate for another name to be carried to them after what had happened. that the girl lived was a relief to the duck. she nodded. "it will be good if she comes back. perhaps more will come. maybe they go to another place. but if she is alive, others will be also."

she could only pray that among them her husband and son would be numbered.

a man. a man who had not been fed, roaming into the ring of mountains. kukutux' lips pursed thoughtfully. "we will give him the otter hide," she decided. it would not be nearly as fine as the furs she had lost upon moonspear. but it would be a gift, and might hopefully soften him against any thoughts of posturing.