Ouroboros Spine gently nudging your soul

lótë heard the soft tread of footsteps and rounded the bend of the ulaq. she had been at the back, tending and examining the herbs she had drying there. medicinal ones to be sure, harmless enough, though their use was something the dove didn’t entirely understand. only that kukutux and the other healers might have use for them in the cold season. 

”sivullik, she murmured softly, respectfully. moonwoman had chosen well. no man who preceded the pheasant tail had been half as worthy to hold the title. ”i greet you, sister,” the cloudberry tea woman padded forward to brush her temple against the guardian’s own in kinship. she had become as much since the birth of the mother’s cubs. 

her emeralds dipped to the gift shikoba had brought and with a shy, secret smile flitting on her lips she wondered of the spring to come. kukutux had hopes but the herd-stalker didn’t think she could ever lie with her sister’s husband. perhaps in the next warm season, shikoba would become mother instead and it would be lótë who brought game to the mothers.