Ouroboros Spine zodiac

The boy’s voice erupted in a single word - no!

Kannoyak watched as the child raced away from the mess he’d made. The tattered pelt of the beaver left in the dirt with its edges frayed and the pristine work of Ariadne tarnished. The cotton grass man picked up the remains and carried them back to his den. He shook the dirt from it, as well as he could, before placing it on the ground and trying to clean up its sad appearance.

When the white hunter turned his attention back to where the boy had retreated, he felt a welling of guilt in the pit of his stomach. Try as he might, the pathmaker did not know how he might help repair this hurt.