Ouroboros Spine sleet

adrian alban. kukutux enjoyed how the sounds flowed together, and her eyes grew more interested the longer he spoke. he was a man who sought a life, a young hunter with his own gaze glowing in great vitality.

small worn teeth shone whitely at his smile, his loquacious being; he had a storyteller's heart, she felt.

"akmaaksi. bring the salmon which we set out to dry at the beginning of autumn. and the sea urchins," kukutux clucked.

in obedience her granddaughter moved, and soon a wide strip of birchbark was set with these foods. 

the duck added a chunk of deer fat from the latest hide now soaking within anik lake, and pushed these all before adrian.


"i am kukutux. i am moonwoman. moonglow is my home. my daughters have claimed moonspear, moontide, and moonsong, though Sedna has seen right to take two of them." a hurt there, a pain covered by a laugh. "you see? many words of moon. it is in our name, nuiruk."

a strip of salmon, savored. "we are hunters and spirit talkers and warriors. akmaaksi is daughter to ariadne, who held moonsong."

kukutux did not see her granddaughter's face contort, for swiftly the fox-killer turned away, back to her skinning.