Ouroboros Spine baby, it's cold outside

kukutux had never insisted that her daughters know the old ways of subservience, how to address men, how to make them believe that their ideas were their own.

but as stratos spoke of all his good hunting, the duck saw that away from his village he had become a man. she moved around him in attentive silence, fetching good elk meat onto a strip of bark which she served to him.

kukutux would have spoken now with congratulations, praising him for his hunting skills, but what stratos said now brought her eyes wide and shoulders sharp.

two wives! bird sisters?

"this is a very good thing," she said first to the young man. "you are a young and strong hunter. with the status of this village you will be able to provide for two wives." her green eyes were lit with pride. "and you, my son? do you want them both as their husband?"