Ouroboros Spine atvaktaktuk

"and we are your family, kigipigak."

not now. they always had been, had they not? in her mind she leant upon the unseen tautness of those kinship ties, feeling how they stretched between he and she.

he had never heeded them until it suited him. would he now?

be wise.

the emerald eyes were contemplative. the food was rich and good, succulence which had been the keep of moonglow for many generations now.

for a moment, kukutux considered more words, and then she let them go.

and the quiet lay heavy.