Ouroboros Spine Hung like the pelt of some prey you had worn

When finally his path crossed the pale daughter's, Raimo dipped his head to her. She spoke a greeting but his teeth were filled with fox-felt, so he placed the unhinged jaw upon the snow. I greet you, he offered in return, although it was with a stilted cadence. It was not something he was used to saying.

He worked his tongue against a knot of flesh between his teeth, then swallowed the lump when it dislodged. After this briefest of pauses Raimo chuffs softly and motions to the jawbone. Earlier I culled a fox. The body went to Kukutux. I thought you might like a piece too.

A shadow crossed his face, and when Raimo blinked up at the shape he saw the bird on a high spiral overhead. Or maybe your friend there would like it.