Ouroboros Spine katjanik ⋖

his eyes were the color of soft fawnskin, his scent laced with the tell-tale reek of kivuluk; its body set to the ground by careful jaws. and his greeting did provoke a brightening of her gaze, nothing like the humour she had formerly enjoyed, but warmth suffusing the jadeite. "you have shared words with sialuk," kukutux said carefully, throat scuffed from long nights of singing.

thankful for the pure fact that she had come up cleansed from the lake, kukutux pushed herself upright again. the foxpelt close, but her attention given to the ice-man. "you tell me that you would follow me as moon when i sang for all your ears," she remembered, having heard the notes in his song. her natural suspicion welled, but for now she kept it reined and close. 

what did this one want? he was not forceful. he knew his own power. and yet kukutux held to her original wariness and cupped her ears forward in anticipation.