Ouroboros Spine All the missing, crooked parts.

layers of deerskin lay across her haunches. moonwoman was smoothing the final tufts along the soft side. they had been cured; she ran her paws across the surfaces, searching for any sign of rot or loose hairs beneath the finery.

there were none.

the seal-hunter sounded for her eyes. kukutux raised them, shielding her eyes with a paw. and then he was speaking, and her own spring-jade gaze was upon that of the girl ciri, who had become a woman.

still thin, still carrying something but perhaps all women did. moonwoman smiled broadly into that familiar beautiful face. the last time they had spoken it had been one of sorrow and hardship and death.

"sialuk has made a green thing out of moonspear. the mountain heals."

and now ciri returned to the places below it. moonwoman looked at chakliux and her eyes sent him away. these words were not for him nor for any other man.