Ouroboros Spine From your head down to your toes, you’re not much, goodness knows.

rodyn's call brought kukutux up from where she had been at the lake once more. leaving the fawnpelt in the careful watchfulness of her granddaughters, moonmother came now to attend the bear-man.

he was not alone; her brow furrowed. towhee was here, and with her —

"aya!" she exclaimed softly, distressed by the tense air of the small group; foregoing her usual manner of welcome, kukutux pulled the grey foxfur from her shoulders and offered it to warm the child. "what has happened?" 

a sensation now, one of grief, and then annoyance; her eyes moved swiftly between each wolf at her borders. fevers had set into mothers' flesh for less. but she knew also that towhee surely understood these things, and she did not need to turn scolding words on an experienced mother. 

she set instead her soft eyes on the woman, softly encouraging an explanation before she insisted on sweeping them all to her ulaq.