Ouroboros Spine We're sailing

kukutux agreed in silence, allowing the moonspear woman long moments of silence as the lake beckoned.

in time she stepped toward it, and eventually the trees parted to reveal the small clearing where moonwoman did most of her peltwork when the sun was still warm.

two small stacks of caribouskin were perched in the soft grass. plucked fur and stripped fat had been carefully gathered into a pair of piles: one to cache and one to use for bedding materials in the snow.

she set her arms into the icy lake and looked toward simbelmyne. "i have put two hides in the shallow water here, to soak. will you help me to pull them back?" muzzle, ducking into the frigid surface. they would be thick with wet and a strain on the neck; it was one of many things kukutux was finding more difficult to complete.