Ouroboros Spine ᐊ uluu

she snorted softly, eyes rolling once toward the pale sky as he drew alongside her. iron princess — honestly. men and their names.

ippiksaut, she corrected, flat and immediate, bumping his shoulder back with little ceremony.

her gaze flicked toward the western slope, already measuring snowdrifts and wind. i’m collecting winter herbs before the frost locks them away. roots, bark, anything the cold hasn’t claimed yet.

a sideways look, sharp but not unkind.

you can come if you keep up.