Ouroboros Spine the flowers will never die

As carefulyl as one might bathe a newborn, Adrastus had tended to the pine marten he had caught, making sure that its fur was soft and clean, and that the puncture wounds at its throat could be covered when he smoothed the fur over it. Its pelt was a beautiful ochre in colour, darkening to sable along its back. He'd bathed its pale throat until the fur was clean, leaving no trace of blood to stain it. Once he was satisfied with his work, he picked the creature up with care, and began carrying it toward the ulaq shared by Kukutux and Sialuk. 

Along the way, he caught sight of one of the wolves that had joined them some time ago, in the wake of the landslide. He did not know the details, but the wolves of the Glen were their company now; and he assumed this young woman, with the sandy pelt of a doe in springtime, had been pledged to Moonglow for some time before the Glen wolves had come. 

He reached around to drape the pine marten across his shoulders so that he might carry it that way, and chuffed in greeting as he continued to travel parallel to Meerkat. "I greet you. Are you headed to see Kukutux?" He asked. There was determination in her step, after all, leading him to think she was going somewhere on a mission.