Ouroboros Spine ikaaktuk ⌿

You must leave Moonglow. The words wrapped around his chest uncomfortably, like a second set of ribs, bruised from a fall. But his anaa's voice was sure and confident. Full of promise. He met her eyes and thought of spring and summer which surely came after winter, a season he had not known before. He swallowed and nodded his head. Already, he knew, he would go.

And yet fear wormed its way around his ribs. He had wandered before and yet always returned home, the last time he had followed the herds too far he had been lost. But home waited there having to leave. "What if I can't find my way home?" The words lodged uncomfortably in his throat and came out in a rush. He might not have spoken it at all had it been anyone else.