Ouroboros Spine pinched

a man in moontide.

a man who guarded names.

kukutux knew only two hunters who walked there.

"do you hurt for white elk? do you rush to hear the words of this other man for the pain in your spirit, callyope?"

it would be fitting if rodyn and this daughter of the moon chose one another, kukutux felt. and where she might not once have pressed, she remembered how she had been permissive with ariadne, how her lack of forceful word had surely contributed to the death of her girl.

now she must know who this unsaid hunter would be.