Ouroboros Spine I think of you when I think about forever

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her sister had grown weaker still, and kukutux felt it must be time. she had forced herself out already, slowly gathering rosehips for the autumn colds which sometimes plagued those in a village. the sun was warm against the forlorn emptiness in her chest.

the skin of small red fruits swung from her jaws as she straightened, stilling to hear the voice of brecheliant's mother upon the air.

their words upon the plains returned to kukutux, but she went all the same. surely maia brought news of chickadee and kivaluk; suppose it was not good? her step quickened until the other came into view.

she set down her carrypelt and regarded maia neither impassively nor warmly. "is all well?" kukutux asked softly, the question of one mother to another.