Ouroboros Spine Chaménos

"moonglow is the name of this village."

birdsong and the sound of children's voices rose upon the warm air. she glanced at him.

aungijak. the sea was in his eyes. the cold was on his tongue. the snow was in his body.

she walked with antigone up the well-worn path that led to her great ulaq.

"i have the name kukutux. you will call me moonwoman."

skins lay in the clearing outside the denmouth. the duck gestured for him to sit and began to gather the customary meal of greeting. today it was venison dried in the hot sunlight and a cluster of blackberries. she placed both upon a thin strip of bark and nudged it toward his feet.

"have you come far to this place, antigone?"