Ouroboros Spine katjanik ⋖

kukutux did not miss the way that the man's voice changed as he mentioned the painfully beautiful woman who had come to live among them. downward tilt of her muzzle and a sweep of lashes across her greenstone gaze hoped to veil the pain that webbed across her features. she would have liked to be thinking so of the blackfox, to be allowed the utterance of his name.

not so now.

"you will meet them. one, norah, is from the mountain as are we. another, meerkat, is from village of firefly glen. her clan is sister to our — to what ours was." painful, the misstep; moreso to stumble back. "and the last is zane." knife cutting bitter grass. "he is new to us, but has been second hunter during the death songs." would the trader stay? or would he find the closer binding of their boundaries untenable, no longer sweet to his visions of self?

she had not missed the way his tone shifted, and decided to pluck up the painful string. "spring has come to moonglow," the duck mused, toes clenching gently into the red fur. "what does it bring for you, is the question in my mouth, adrastus."