Ouroboros Spine I'm flying like a bird to you now

kukutux glanced up in mild confusion as raimo moved away. and yet she was grateful for it; she had not meant to grieve before a stranger.

was the kunguk a stranger? raimo remained unknown to her and to sialuk, but he was not unkind, he simply did not give his work freely. 

"no." but the bedraggled duck did not shake her head for fear of insult. "it must be water that moves. it will clean the dirt from the fur side that teeth cannot reach."

grime too, lying against her own skin as if it were a rotting blanket. she suddenly felt unclean. "it will make a fine thing to carry healing plants when the snow has gone." a thought of bronco now, rallying the glen to him.