Ouroboros Spine katjanik ⋖

adrastus' show of deference satisfied something low and wolfish in her. his great head remained dipped toward her. kukutux was unsure that she liked such; internal acceptance of such placed her above this man, effortlessly her superior in power. and yet he was gentle and soft. she was reminded of aiolos, and the similarity in a growing ease.

"you are third hunter to join," she said gently, though sialuk was hunter also. kukutux meant this by way of the two circles she had considered during her last speak with zane: one of her and sialuk, meerkat, norah, and perhaps soon the delicately painted lótë; the other of raimo, zane, and now the man who was like the white bear. "it is good to have so many as we build our village here."

an ashen, tasteless sense of formality clinging to lips and tongue and mouth. she wanted to shake it away, to be done with it. kukutux bathed her jaws for a moment of silence. "you have met the others?" what would the great-cloud make of them, for in her mind she had a small image, and wondered how else it could be matched.