Ouroboros Spine The time I knew what happiness was

was this what the wolves of the teekon meant when they spoke the word love? the sentiment blazed in kukutux beyond control, shredding the inner wrap of her veins as raimo turned away from her? what this what they shared together? she had chosen for no other reason but tusuk, and now it had returned to bite along her spine.

was this the danger when one made a choice not grounded in responsibility, only in emotion? she had uncovered her spirit before the shadow. she longed for him to see the place where he had lightened forever her heart. but he did not. and knowing that she was the cause of why he stood motionless and back to her — it harmed the duck, stole air-currents from beneath her wings.

had she made a mistake? why had adrastus embraced her customs so readily; but raimo had embraced her, and she could not separate the two. 

weeping, now; it wanted to rise upon her but kukutux held it back save for a tear quickly veiled. "i am your moon." mournful furling in her throat that she could and did not stop. 

in each way she meant it; shamed and anguished, the spinewolf too moved away in her hitching gait.

you must do what is right for moonglow.

i told you that i would do also what is right for me.

no more words. unless halted, kukutux melded herself with the greening terrain and was gone.