Ouroboros Spine shadows on the snow

black wolves had never ceased to remind kukutux of her blackfox. her young hunter. these images never left her heart, and as moonwoman aged, so more starkly they stood against the backdrop of warmer things.

this man was well-shaped and engaged in words with ipiktok. kukutux wore a soft expression as she arrived slowly along the path, more willing to remain silent as the men continued to speak.

only the serenity of her green eyes said she was who she meant.