Ouroboros Spine If you were a Transformer… you’d be Optimus Fine.

kukutux made a line in the snow to mark another day. how many sunrises had happened since the great light had come? she shut her eyes, trying to think, trying to count.

sialuk was kept busy with hunting, but both of them would only possess a growing hunger until a large kill could be found. kukutux cracked the edge of a bone, licking free the last of the marrow as she looked out across the snow.

eventually the duck disentangled her limbs and stood, slipping from the ulaq. she stared at the short mountains and then searched for moonspear, still torn as though a giant monster had gnashed the stones with its teeth. the urge to relieve herself came, and she looked for a place some distance away.

it was where she spotted the figure, roaming through the white. fear sent the woman's hackles lifting, and she stepped back, holding as still as she dared. snow ducks bedded into the drifts and could not be seen. she could only hope such a blessing might work for her now.