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

quick post to get this moving, so sorry..

Rodyn—bless him—patiently explained to her what the alleged woman of the moon meant, and with a tight nod and briefest nose to the corner of the man’s jowl in appreciation, Meadow set off to find the woman’s den—her ulaq—and gather the herbs she felt required.

Kukutux, as apparently was her name, was putting more faith in Meadow than Towhee, it seemed. She could only hope she did not disappoint.

Timing was limited in this moment, but the rust-masked woman found herself taken aback in a pleasant way at the decor of the ulaq—the way in which these people settled themselves.

Gingerly, she took what she felt needed, returning as swiftly as possible—presenting to the ivory-kissed she-wolf with a nervousness she might not have felt since her teenage years.