Ouroboros Spine evening star

pale auds wished suddenly, to lie flat against her head in consternation. perhaps even humiliation, to lose one of her own so swiftly.

no.

toteega's voice was firm within her mind, and kukutux leant hard upon the sound of it.

grandmother. he is cursed by a tupilak.

yes. think of the trader, now.

dying in anger and in blood.

if this boy had been born to his hearth.

but what if i am wrong?

then be wrong. it is still the right path to take for one who is cursed.

kukutux straightened. it was the place of moonwoman to know such things. some event had made the boy vulnerable to the curse of spirits, and this one could not truly shed her fox-skin.

"aulluk, nuak." the jadestone eyes were firm, disappointed. "i will pray you return before that tupilak leads you to death."