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

"i am not those places. i am not those wolves," kukutux rejoined sharply, seeking to pause him in his step. "i had a blessed home. it was destroyed in one night. now i am forced to ask those i do not know to hunt so that i might live." perhaps she spoke to only the disappearing slant of his back, perhaps he was gone by now.

she would speak into the wind, then.

"when men ask for payment they often do not mean meat or furs," she uttered with a tautness along the back of her throat. the words poured as his did; he a strange hunter and she an injured woman. "there is only myself and my daughter here," she said, knowing she could not lie, and seeking to soften him, "and a man who brings meat. but we do not know him. and i do not know what he wants in return."

"so you see why i do not want to make myself a new debt, kunulik."