Ouroboros Spine polar nights

moonsong was upon the air.

kukutux lifted her head quickly from where she had collected elk teeth to clean and buff, spread out on a soft hide before her.

but it was not ariadne.

come up the path to my ulaq, her voice sounded in return. the evening was cold; it had settled a dull ache along moonmother's hips and she did not wish to walk at this time.

yet her eyes were indeed curious.