Ouroboros Spine He's heading out the door

adrastus spoke with few words but much meaning. the duck's ears fanned back. it seemed as if her personal favour toward raimo had inspired worse things in him. kukutux swiftly grew angry with herself. how had she allowed her wants to reign over what was best in her village? she was wise-woman. she should know better.

did you choose the wrong hunter, little sister? the inner spirit whispered. you are moonwidow. replace raimo with another. show him that he is not special without your eye. teach him.

but could she be so cruel? these were not things for her to settle. or to question. "i hear your words, adrastus," the duck murmured, thoughts working swiftly as she tried to think of how this might be mended. her jadegreen gaze pondered the resolute edge of his mouth. "you will take from him the name sivullik, then?" the taqqiq inquired gently, unsure of her footing in such matters. 

or would the ice-man leave their village?