Ouroboros Spine I was three days on a drunken sin

kuktutux kept herself hidden. she wished to remain there, to deny the withering of her belly. to assuage the guilt she felt eating sialuk's kills with her own determination. to tell herself that she was not weak.

she thought of her raindrop. if this man hunted not only for himself, perhaps the burden could be more equally split. but what would he want in return?

at last she lifted her head; her fur, streaked with dirt and dried blood half-washed by frequent sleeps against the snow, was visible now. she keened a single note, hackles flickering to life with fear of what was to come now.