Ouroboros Spine atautsikut ≑

there was nothing to do. there was nothing that could be done with her broken bone, but kukutux slipped from the ulaq all the same.

at dawn in moonspear she would have sought her morning tasks. she would have looked to greet the day with sialuk and saviguk. or perhaps we would have pressed a kiss just beneath jarilo's ear and curled more deeply into him.

nothing now but the bare expanse of snow in this throat of mountains. she looked at the forest she had not yet explored, wondering if it might be best to move their shelter there.

movement caught her eye. it became a familiar figure, and then norah was speaking. the duck's breath hitched in her throat. "sister, you are the first to come down from the mountain."