Ouroboros Spine I'm singing like a bird 'bout it now

she knew many of firefly still remained; she had heard them calling to one another, and listened to bronco's voice continue to rise. 

an odd thing, to now be so distant from those she knew by name. but her mind thought of none of this; she willed the quiver to go out of her leg, holding holding;

the smooth sound of footsteps upon snow. kukutux pulled her paw back beneath her chestfur. she did not like the disadvantage posed by his height and stance, but kept the instinctive ripple of her hackles brief. 

"you are raimo, yes?" the duck asked, offering no explanation for the skin or for her actions. not yet. she would say nothing of herself until she knew some element of himself other than the lopsided barter between them.