Ouroboros Spine ᐊ ukkuq

ippiksaut smoothed the last edge of the pelt beneath her paw, the lavender scent rising each time her claws brushed the grain. rodyn’s words settled gently between them— steady, honest, the kind that never tried to impress. she found she liked that. it made her shoulders ease.

she shifted the pelt so he could see it clearly, tilting it toward the light that skimmed the lake’s surface.

rodyn, she said quietly, tell me true — do you think this will serve as a good gift for raindrop?

her mismatched eyes flicked from the hide to his face, intent, seeking his judgment without hesitation.

she is close to her birthing day. i want something that will comfort her. keep the cold from her bones. i trust your eye before my own.

another small smile touched her mouth, brief but warm.

you know the worth of a good pelt. and… your hands have worked beside mine. so tell me— is it good enough, or must i choose a finer one?