Ouroboros Spine piviuttaktuk ⤩

she did not know.

and she was silent, smoothing her paw across the fur of his proud broad chest.

"sakhmet." a long while had passed since such a name was uttered. "i loved her. i have the thinking, aiolos, that it was also the same for you." he had not wanted a second wife, but for kukutux he had embraced the firestarter, the flame-woman. and with her he had made galana, another daughter gone into the four winds.

her eyes blinked up at the ceiling of their ulaq. 

"i do not know in trueness. but i do think agana wishes the same."

not a union in triadic form; she wanted kukutux. was that not what danced in her eyes? was she wrong to assume this of the minkwoman?

"could your own spirit open again?"

honest words had always thrived between them. kukutux did not intend to change that now.