Ouroboros Spine mother of my mother

The excitement quickly drained from Ipiktok’s face.

“Away?“ he said with concern as his strong brow knit together.

“What do you mean away,” he asked rhetorically– for Ipiktok knew!

And Kukutux said it plainly. The solemnness of her expression was the period at the end of her sentence.

“I’ll go after her,” Ipiktok scoffed as he imagined all the ways to knock some sense into her thick skull. “Which way did she go?”