Ouroboros Spine touch

a man with a strange face.

this story chilled kukutux. "many wolves look many ways. and sometimes a wolf takes a face that is not his. this is to say, it is not a wolf at all, but a bad spirit, a tupilak, who wears the skin of what is familiar."

her mouth broadened with a grin all the same. "you are very brave, maggak. a hunting-woman already, aya!" kukutux exclaimed in repetition.

her granddaughter asked after these places in the spine, and the duck nodded. "i come home first. then i may go to another village, or i may rest here for a time. moonglow holds peace for my spirit."