Ouroboros Spine the reflection's always mine

the girl pulled away.

this satisfied some small part of kukutux, that she did not intend to fight. but moonwoman was not forgiving.

she had learned that kindness often invited a cruel hand. she had trusted adrastus. she had trusted nyra. and she had been happy enough to give food and a sleeping place to those who passed through moonglow during winter hunting.

her fur stood in harsh spikes. the duck growled. do not return.

and if she was not heeded in mere moments, she too would lunge again. 

this time she would not seek to warn but to strike.