Ouroboros Spine xxiii. in each others wounds

It was good to abandon sorrow for the easy and soothing work of cutting the meat and arranging everything neatly to dry. Girlish laughter ensued as the moonwife relayed the song and attempted to teach Lótë the lyrics — which she stumbled over and butchered in her first attempts. Thankfully, Kukutux was patient and both were able to find good humor in the herd-watcher’s mispronunciations. 

Even after she had left her village-sister’s ulaq, the dove found herself humming the tune softly beneath her breath as she wound her way through the valleys of the Spine — occasionally vocalizing the words with a soft smile, the song whispering through the pines.