Ouroboros Spine I thought I was flying to warmer places

their final interlude had been left discolored by such a tension of unsaid things.

"ukallisugruk," murmured kukutux when she had answered the toning call of the minkwolf with her cunning eyes.

time had changed them both, but had wrought no oddity in remembrance of the warmth between herself and agana, and the way they had once kissed one another before the duck surrendered to her own traditions.

she had been half-traded to moonspear for it, but now she stood before agana as mother and grandmother, and perhaps even great-grandmother if Sedna blessed moonglow again.

still it was the same knowing jadestone eyes which came to rest upon agana's countenance, and the same inviting smile of welcome. "it is good to see your face again."