Ouroboros Spine winterberry

"i have not been," kukutux murmured, and when ipiktok spoke, she slowed.

springjade eyes searched his own. "make a path. they will want you as warrior. but perhaps say you will be husband to a woman of forneskja, if she becomes sunshine."

a man in his prime, he might have no want to wander again if he was given such responsibilities and kept close.

such a match would settle the warriors of solharr and bring them to sunshine heel. kukutux veiled her machinations with a respectful dip of her scarred muzzle, moving on. "they are fighters, strong. new words. and they will not worship our spirits in the same way, my grandson."