Ouroboros Spine We Flew On Golden Wings

he was larger than she, with a scarred and wild look to him. and yet somehow he was familiar. kukutux did not know his story.

there was blood on the air. it mingled with his own scent. moonwoman pulled a grey pelt around her shoulders into a wrap and went to answer the call.

now she stood before him and watched him. her chin lifted with pride. "this is village moonglow. why have you called?"