Ouroboros Spine a night so still

It was Aiolos who greeted her, a soft woof lingering on the air before Sialuk looked toward him. She greeted him with a friendly nod, her mouth too full of plant matter to give anything verbal in return. She placed the mint upon the ground, careful to set it down somewhere it would not be damaged or gather anymore dirt than it already had.

I greet you, she said, letting her legs fold beneath her. Sialuk's eyes trained on the muskrat in his mouth, and she unconsciously licked her lips. Did the muskrat trouble you? she asked.