Ouroboros Spine ᐊ avvik

ippiksaut, she answered, her voice low, the syllables rolling like stones beneath shallow tide. daughter of the sea-ice, and now of moonglow.

she set the folded hide aside, pressing it flat with the curve of her paw. her mismatched gaze lingered upon him— the great red thing that had wandered so easily into her company, the scent of foreign soil still clinging to his coat.

you stand upon moonglow’s land, she said then, your steps are heavy, crimson one. but your heart does not feel cruel. she studied him a moment longer, head tilting. tell me your name, and I will take you to those who must hear it. my leaders are just— if you come with peace in your chest, you will leave with it still.

a brief pause, the faintest ghost of a smile. and perhaps a meal, if you mind your teeth.