Ouroboros Spine salummaun ¤

when the ivory he-wolf returned, she knew she had spent too long staring down at the bones. deftly, she gathered them — ignoring how their sharp points poked and scraped at the sensitive flesh of her lips and tongue — and moved to bury them. with the last of her things cleared out, there was nothing left to clean. save for herself.

the dove turned back to kigipigak, though she still hadn’t found any words to say. ”thank you,” she wisped at last, thinking this to be safe enough. she waited a moment longer, to see if he would say anything, and then moved to depart. already, her skin itched to be cleansed of any remnant of the tupilak who had donned her husband’s skin.