Ouroboros Spine two moons

kukutux was tired.

consumed by a restlessness she remembered from the time of long snows, she paced, searching for the cold that could be found in the highest recesses of the spine. something flickering to life inside her, something distantly recalled, for it had been many months since the time had come for the duck.

not yet, it came to pass; the time before rain; the petrichor of a season. 

the man with a new name called, and the moon answered with a low sound, moving beneath the slant of the denmouth. "i will help you to stand, and then i will make a path for us, until you must rest." iḷitqusiq must not forget the use of his bones.