Ouroboros Spine winter (nocturne of ice)

Vairë tipped her head to the side, watching the woman. She was a little odd, perhaps, but she was in the pack. Kukutux had allowed her entry, so maybe Vairë was just reading her wrong.

She nodded to the words, lowering her nose to try and follow a trail.

I had a teacher, but I was very young then. Now that I’m older, the lesson has become..fuzzy. Like the fuzz-tube. Weasel. Whatever it was that she had seen that day, she couldn’t exactly put her finger on it.

I smell many things. But there is mink, fresh. I think.