Ouroboros Spine I was three days on a drunken sin

she could not help but look toward the smears of pink and red in the snow around him. a kill devoured in hunger's relish. she swallowed her own, pressed down her pride. "i lived in a great pack. three sunrises ago, there was a great light. something struck the mountain. when i woke i was far away with a bone that had broken."

it was the truth, and it was too late for kukutux to struggle over allowing him to know or not. she tucked her thinning hindquarters beneath her, and as always, turned the inexorable greenery of her eyes toward moonspear. the spire was silent. she had heard nothing from the shattered stone, and at last lowered her head in silent mourning.