Ouroboros Spine wolf-mother, where you been?

the girl cried; wept; kukutux was soft beside her son, wiping tears from the face she had loved since the first breath.

"you are home, you are home, you are home," she sang out. "there is no need to be sorry. sedna led you away. she has led you back."

rich food, deep furs, the sound of mother's-voice singing; she knew the girl would mend in the days to come, but for now only held galana close, singing many praises in her mind as she led them both up to her ulaq and its warm comfort.