Ouroboros Spine Those lights

a pallor of darkness had fallen over kukutux, and moonglow also she felt. it was only a soft shadow, not the absence of true light. delight and anguish balanced in the village. moonwoman did not know if this was the new nature of things, or if they suffered.

and in an instant, her mind was made.

the voice of sivullik poured over the mountain. the chill of long sea ice coursed through the duck. she glanced to sialuk, who had guarded her sisters since the beginning of their breath, and slid from the den in understanding.

but kukutux did not leave her ulaq. the duck only watched the far ring of mountain and tree from which the spirit-call had come.

the tupilak. twins. and now the voice of a man who might be dead, returning to their sacred places.

six new children had been given in the hard time to moonglow, and moonwoman came alive with a wisewolf's protection.

her voice was not thunderous, but wondering; she called back to the piinalaak.

you have long been gone. we do not know if you are spirit or living. do not approach.

but her warning was not harsh, for she knew that the cloudberry Lótë had heard, and hoped that her own cry would be the first to rise.

aiolos had told to her of kigipigak's return, and she was thankful again that her kinsman had been so close at hand for all of these things. 

grateful now, too, for zane and lómëvása, for shikoba, who had been strong upon their borders. for keyni and lunaria, all who would hear her call rise over the spine.

and kiliutak — may he know that moonglow had harder teeth still.

there was hope for sivullik.

the death songs had not yet been sung, and his good soul had been drawn home by the birth of his children.

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