Ouroboros Spine pharmaka

he did not accept, ears catching each sound with moonglow. she wondered if his voice was existent, and if so, if it was boyish. or if it would hold the same as the look of him, a thousand tiny stones tossed against a pawful of sand. his own haunches lowered, and so they remained this way, looking at one another with a good distance between them, but both seated.

"it would be better to let me give you food, nuak,'" kukutux said softly. "better to come to my ulaq. sivullik patrols the spine of stone. he would not like to find you here if you are not one who visits moonglow." an arch of her pale brow, a silence to follow. she inclined her muzzle toward the earth in noiseless request, for she was not a hunter, and would not interfere with the way of a hunter if one was to come upon them now.

but she would not see this boy harmed. her heart and its odd pull would not allow this.