Ouroboros Spine katjanik ⋖

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kukutux was unsure what to do with the pelt. it had become beautiful, a credit to he who had slain the fox. first-hunter. for that was the role he had given himself and the role he had set. what was she to tell a man he must not be transformed? as she looked upon its lovely color, the duck realized that she had become head of this clan.

the duck felt as though she might drown; she clawed for the carefully shelved memories of what her mother had been to the isle.

she steadied herself upon the edge of a sound, fine head shifting belatedly toward the man who watched. like sialuk, kukutux marvelled at his resemblance to the white bear, but was too low-laid by her previous realization to do much than swish her plume once against the drift. 

jadestone stare fixed to his great frame, and she felt a glissade of fear. an ice-giant, broken from the glacier where she had buried the grey brother. first-hunter was strong and fast. this man perhaps, she hoped, and it stirred within her quickly — that like kigipigak he was kinsman! — and the fear died beneath a wary recognition. he wore a great parka of plush pale hairs and had waited politely to be seen.

she pulled the foxfur closer to her breast, enjoying the softened feel of it, the way that the skin warmed against her own, providing a pleasant relief to the ache in her ankle-bone; kukutux did not take her eyes from him.