Ouroboros Spine putulapâk ≬

"he was upon the mountain." kukutux was wan as she spoke, her mind searching back for the last time she had beheld her husband's face. he had been with her to rise, to wake; he had gone off to his duties as leader with hydra, and in the night — only blackness somehow. still.

"yes, you are coming back," the duck repeated with an apologetic blink of her lashes, to have been so distracted. "bronco has a rest here as well, if he wishes to take it." shy quirk of one mouth-corner. "what is the name for this place?" she gestured to the shorter mountains, how they cupped the forest and stone-slopes. meerkat had said caldera; perhaps there was something in the common words that could be used as a description.