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

as the male recoiled with an exclamation and an epithet, kukutux jerked backwards, putting as much immediate space between them as she was able. black lips skimmed away from her teeth; she felt the pull of ears and jaw breaking open the wound upon her temple.

but she snarled through the sudden trickle of red, inching back more from him as her dirt-smeared ears came up. he offered no more threat; he had been startled to see her. 

kukutux thought of her daughter, hunting alone. not alone. she thought of the black bird who had stayed near them for many days. "you will find there are many things here you do not understand," the duck breathed, tongue lolling in an anxious pant. the spirit spoke sharply, reminding her that she was woman, but kukutux only kept her injured ankle uplifted beneath the heavy fur of her chest with hard greenstone state fixed upon the newcomer.