Ouroboros Spine Lonely, lost inside

the sickness seemed to have broken for now. kukutux found herself weakened; she lay upon the lakeshore, gently panting. 

the howl that rose was velveteen and feminine. she listened to it touch the tops of the pinewood, curve around the spine. it placed itself upon the stone rises. kukutux pushed herself upright and approached.

when she arrived, it was with a wan smile and the tilt of her curious pale head. "i greet you." she enjoyed that moonglow seemed now to be a place of women, and offered no dominance at this moment, only a sway of alabaster plume.