Ouroboros Spine renaissance

kukutux dragged yet another shimmering hide from the water with the help of her granddaughters. the work had been good, its demands forcing her to eat more and thus pad her body with health.

sorrow remained poignant in her eyes, and there could be no denial that anguish had taken its toll. but it was a delighted elder who came down the old path, throwing off a new wrap of fresh foxskin to throw her arms about ipiktok.

when she stood back to look over him, she was pleased. he was hale and muscled, and there was a settled air of maturity in his eyes. 

"ipiktok, man of moonglow. it is good to see your face."