Ouroboros Spine [m] ⊡ ukaksitaak ⊡

Doe was vicious.

Doe was unyielding.

Doe watched the man writhe in the summer grasses with eyes like thorny brambles. Her head tilted up further and further with every slung word, until she was truly looking down her nose at the caribou man.

Her muzzle lifted into a sneer

His right, he says! Her voice rose above her mother’s. Old Doe trumpeted in the back of her mind, and for once, she actually listened to her.

His right, to beat a woman! To make her fear for her life! To draw blood from her, mark her forever with an ownership of pain! She moved, steadily, in a circle so she could be heard from each direction, until she whirled to face the caribou man.

What do we think of his right, moonwoman, sunman?

Sunfire burning in riverstone eyes.