Ouroboros Spine ᐊ ukkuq

the sound of his steps came gentle against the earth, and she did not lift her head until his voice filled the space between them. the hide trembled under her touch as the wind passed; her claws pressed it firm again.

you are kind to offer, she said, the words carrying a warmth that did not quite reach her guarded eyes. and you may, if it eases your spirit. the work listens well to quiet hands.

for a moment she studied him — the hunter with the scent of far lands still in his coat, the one who lingered though the wind called elsewhere.

moonglow has been kind, she went on, gaze returning to the stretched hide. its people speak softly, and the moon does not turn her face from me. a faint curve touched her mouth. that is welcome enough.

the pelt creaked as she pulled again, sinew singing between her teeth. sit, rodyn ardeth. tell me of the edges you keep. i would know the shape of the world beyond the light.