Ouroboros Spine Trust I seek, and I find in you.

mourning, and in a voice she knew.

the name came to her; kukutux drifted from the coppice and to the blackgold woman now standing once more upon the edges of moonglow.

"it is good to see your face, ciri," and her face, mellowed in its own sorrow, now filled with worry for what had affected the younger wolf so much. "has something happened?" kukutux murmured, catching the tendriling of dutch's scent on the soft pelt.