Ouroboros Spine Sâppak

The moonwoman has much kindness in her spirit. It is good that you are raised with their love, Kannoyak spoke quietly, in a voice that was meant only for the shy green-eyed doe that had approached him. He had not missed the hesitation, that flicker of uncertainty in her newspring gaze. The cotton grass man did not wish to make her shift uncomfortably.

Another face appeared and this one was familiar, bright, and beautiful. Kannoyak stood taller, more properly at the appearance of Ariadne.

Moongirl, this one has brought gifts to request a hunter’s place in your anaa’s village, he explained to her. The white hunter’s voice was dutiful, matter-of-fact in the way he presented his offerings. The fat beavers he had left on the rock were heavy with meat.

This is good, yes? he asked Ariadne.

The green-eyed girl did not wish to stay, or she may have felt she was intruding. Kannoyak bowed his head to her and waved his tail in farewell. The cotton grass man would bring that young girl a gift from the wilds to show his appreciation.