Ouroboros Spine saagaktuk ⊎

galana moved forward to embrace her, her eyes shone over with sympathy. she took in a shaky breath, comforted by the brush of her mother's fur and herbal scent that lingered with her. the girl once had looked upon shikoba's reaching greys in wonder of all the things she must of done. now it only made her sad. the mottled woman was to join the stars she hunted.

"she is loved." was all could she say.

apologies and words of understanding did not seem right. kukutux knew.

and then briefly, galana thought of sakhmet. was she dead- or did she walk in guilt, afraid to come back and look into the faces of her children, of kukutux? death, a guarantee in everything made the girl think of it all. shikoba would not die such a death, the girl liked to imagine. a life of love, loyalty, and pride.