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

nursing mothers, towhee requested. kukutux shook her head. "it is too late in the season for milk to flow new," came her questing murmur, though she glanced to rodyn. towhee did not live in moontide. had she left her home for the coastal salt? why had she left at all?

"tell me," she cut in crisply before anyone else might speak; "tell me of your milk, towhee. there is much to be done for it, for your child." 

the sense of desperation; she wondered if it was true or if she only perceived it, but surely the former must it be. towhee, again, would not be here otherwise. "come now; we will give warmth to you both."

her eyes fell upon the woman standing near; kukutux wondered. "you are healer?" she asked, for she knew rodyn would have offered medicine himself had he the knowledge.