Ouroboros Spine sinnigik ⍼

He walks in the forest, she says. It is vague. She doesn't know where he is, then, not really. Or maybe she does not want to tell him. To save the man from his teeth. Raimo wonders; but he keeps those wonderings to himself and glances to the rustling of branches as if Adrastus might drop from a bough on command, his expression almost bored.

Bring home the one you have chosen, the moon instructs of him next, and something stirs in Raimo's gaze. He cannot draw his eyes to Kukutux just yet, as his interest has shifted from Adrastus to her inner workings. What did she think of him and the new perfume he wore? Her voice is tired; he wonders if she hurts and finds he does not truly want to know, and oddly, does not feel guilty for his actions.

They were nothing to one another except warm bodies, after all.

It is a curious opportunity to him. Would the shadow he found be willing to follow him home? He had no idea where Jakoul had gone. She smelled of the sea when they were together, of the dust in the quarry, of spring blossoms and arid grass. What wolf scent he had found he had dismissed, but it had been there too — a network of others.

Her home is by the sea, he goes on to surmise, dismissing the invitation. Maybe if he felt inclined to hunt for her he would be able to ask. Or maybe the mountains. I did not have words with her.