Ouroboros Spine kinuk ⊹

A matriarchal tradition, it seemed. Vaguely he recalled the other woman who had been there. Almost a duplicate of Kukutux. Perhaps that was why it had blurred together in his mind.

Then she laid the conditions down for him. No repayment was expected, but he was presented with two options. Heal then depart with their blessing. Stay, put his name under the realm of Moonglow.

There was guilt when his mind lingered on the latter. Only he could not fault himself too hard for thinking of it. He knew not how long he would be here, how weak he would be after when he could finally walk. What seasons would pass? Who would he be by that point?

If I put my name, Thoughtful and hushed as if he worried someone might overhear him in this place no one knew him. Would you make me a new man under Moonglow? A pause to collect a pained breath before he sighed another sentence.

I do not feel like the man I was before the break.