Ouroboros Spine your picture as i paint it

kukutux looked toward kivaluk, searching for the place behind his eyes. the offer stood. it was not only an offer, it was rightfully earned. he was a young man but he had the guidance of moonglow.

he spoke of herself, of sakhmet. kukutux felt her lips lift in a smile. and she heard the slight against his father, and knew another must be gathered to that place.

"you are the son of our hearth also," moonwoman said to the young hunter, her eyes touching his own. "what you say i give to your mother, i offer also to you."

kigipigak had gone his own way. it did not mean that kivaluk too must be cut adrift.