Ouroboros Spine winterberry

snow, whirling into the breath of a coldwinter wind. "callyope is nuiruk but the forest now is not. for love she is able to accept. but how many hands of time will that remain?" 

more sunshine children must be born before she felt they would not be overtaken. sialuk upon the mountain and callyope beside the lake, vairë here with her mate and mother. arrluk within moonglow also, a comfort after all her other sons had gone.

galana. had she found sahkmet?

when they had at last come to the ulax, kukutux settled stiffly and tried to rub warmth back into her forelegs. "bring me that elk hide, i ask you, grandson. put it around me." 

heaped near the entrance in a tantalizing bundle, the hide was large as kukutux and rivaled the thickness of a wolf's own coat, a snow-kill.