Ouroboros Spine For Days I have walked

"you are a good son of the moon, rodyn," kukutux said after a moment, with a somber truth to her words as she looked at him. "it is as if you were always among us."

he bore their dedication and their loyalty, but with no sign of the arrogance she recognized in herself.

a pause came and then went.

"i wish to find a wife for ipiktok and perhaps lomion," moonmother said, "perhaps at this winter hunting. but i do not want you to be alone for another springtime." should she search also for names which rodyn might have?

he might never seek for himself. kukutux wished to see him settled and with joy in his spirit once more.