Ouroboros Spine shadows on the snow

The ebony man continued to act a mystery. He answered Ipiktok’s question in a roundabout way, which unsettled the candid youth. Strangers could keep their secrets… if they stayed far away from Moonglow, the hunter decided. Yet natural curiosity begged him to ask… “If not shelter, then what?”

The black of Moonwoman’s nose dotted the white snowdrifts in Ipiktok’s peripheral. He briefly glanced to he side, not willing to take his sights off the wanderer. He stood straighter as if to telegraph they were now in the presence of a very important person.