Ouroboros Spine ikaaktuk ⌿

In a way the surety, the confidence, of Kukutux was comforting to him. His anaa had always known all the answers, or at least where to find them. And yet the absence hung over Massaraq as surely as the grief and her words only brought more trepidation. "She...feels gone. It feels like she is gone." He tried again, trying to shape his words to capture that ineffable ephemera. But it slipped away from his tongue in a way that Moonwoman's beliefs did not. 

His mind whirled. Curiosity, fear, need. "How?"