Ouroboros Spine I was three days on a drunken sin

gone again, the stranger. again the squawk of birds. she sat to listen and to wait. he came back with a second of the pale birds, and lay down in the snow. perturbed, kukutux glanced toward he had made his first kill; she hesitated until surely the blood was cooling inside the flesh, and then limped from her hiding-place more fully, a slow gait that carried her toward the first carcass.

akiggik lay limp against the drifts. the duck stole a final glance toward the man before she lowered her muzzle, snatching desperate bites as she tried to keep herself afloat upon a hobble and her greenjade eyes trained upon the shadow.