Ouroboros Spine shark in shallow water

different but good.

not for the first time did kukutux wonder what sordid climes might have given shikoba her scars, or if she had only been a fighter before. what sort of memories walked in the kind woman's shadow? 

ocean tide. this the duck knew, and tried to fit herself to the instruction, letting her legs beneath the water take the described form, until she felt as if she were gliding near shikoba's muscular form. the waves lapped against the scars the tupilak had left, and she looked quietly for a moment.

"moonglow has a prisoner. nuak. he is kept high," and here she gestured to a naked place, high along the spine and only somewhat visible from their place in the lake. "i think he is — he is like someone i once knew. we guard him. but he cannot stay forever." 

a look, passing to the woman; something to solve; something she herself had not decided.