Ouroboros Spine kuagak

she knew him. kukutux. moonglow. moontide. a great hunt. this was a lot to take in while his head still felt as if someone was scraping at the inside of his skullcap. peregrine blinks incredulously.
i assume he knows i'm here, he drawls, expression softening at the offer of food. the smell of fish reminded him of his youth. t-thank you, though, um. sorry.
why did she save him? did she not know he stole valuable molecules of oxygen from her people?
he begins to tear at the fish in small bites. he cannot remember when he last ate; it may have been yesterday, or last year.