Ouroboros Spine kuagak

the snow hawk stirred, asking in questioning where he was. "i am kukutux. this is village moonglow. you were hurt upon the great hunt. we brought you home with us, my people."

his stomach was not ready for rich food. moonmother offered strips of trout which had been soaked in a tea of dried thyme. "you are peregrine redhawk. your father, phox, is in village moontide."

the green eyes blinked thoughtfully at the boy, and to her age he certainly was a boy.