Ouroboros Spine polar nights

A beckoning from the spine and Tulugak was quick to follow, breath pluming as the ulaq came into view. "Good evening, you must be moonwoman, yes?" Peering inside, she caught the jadestone eyes of the older woman. "Ariadne has told me much about you." At her hip swayed the polished skull of a ram gleaming in the pale light of the moon. The project had taken some time to finish, but she hoped Kukutux would find some use for it.

Oftentimes had she scented moonwolves within Moonglow, but she was yet to greet them more than just in passing. Snowflakes fell softly, gathering upon pale fur - the raven thought briefly of Alaric. Once her visit to the spine had come to a close, she would seek him out when she arrived at the spear.