Ouroboros Spine the pulse of our hearts

kukutux knew she should not find so much comforting in the feel of agana's intimate embrace, but she was unable to help it. this was not the touch of a stranger; it was agana, her minkhaired companion whose sentiment had spanned so many years.

their eyes met, gazes mingling.

together.

together.

"i must tell him, agana," moonwoman heard herself say;

"and i must tell you of sakhmet."

their paws, twining together. she looked into the eyes that held so much warmth and drew a breath, filled with an unknowable fear.