Ouroboros Spine máni

when she found sólhárr, he existed in communion with the moon. her gait would announce the duck before she had come to sit beside him, clad in a wide strip of wolverine fur.

for a long while she said nothing. he was thunder and snow, he was power and the storm of winter. kukutux had no doubts of his strength, only that his heart did not know what it was to be sunshine.

it was more than survival; it was the celebration of each breath, the embracing of taboos to honor even the unnamed ancient ones who watched and who guided.

"you did not come to me before you hunted the ram." but her voice was not a scold.

small hard paw extended, the years of work clear in the seaming of palm and the beginning of gnarlment to the toes which had begun to ache on the coldest days. held there, a piece of pale white flesh from a plant which she did not name.

"dream with me now."

she put another portion into her own mouth before sólhárr's eyes, turning her face toward the moon as its wide bow witnessed nuiruk and forneskja there below.