Ouroboros Spine uvlakuun ⋳

a silence hung.

unsaid words pressed against quiet mouths.

"there have been many. moontide. moonsong. moonspear, and still it stands. moonspear was taken again when my oldest daughter, sialuk, decided to return."

was there nothing to do with her paws now? her aching, betraying hands. kukutux looked closely at agana, wondering if she perceived notes of pain in that acceptance, but she did not press.

"but now, slowly, they have come down."

her turn for tremulous anguish, her mouth twitching to avoid tears. "the time of nuiruk, i feel, is changing."

and too, too must kukutux, if she was to see another era of moonwolves through to life.

"agana," and her voice was almost a plead, "tell me what is in your thoughts."