Ouroboros Spine all the days of our delights are poison in my veins

sharp teeth grabbed the cold little beast, and for a moment only the sound of shredding gristle and breaking bones was heard.

tongue laved crimson from his mouth. he did not approach the entrance to his imprisoning chamber, studying the young woman with the hardness of his slate eyes.

he had learned a little sunshine by now; the caribou hunter knew that her name was vairë, that she was daughter to the white and the red wolves. her scent proclaimed her married and a mother, which put him to bitter mind of red leaf.

"so. when you kill me?" cen asked suddenly, not in caribou, not in the pidgin known by the seal hunters — in sunshine.