Ouroboros Spine atautsikut ≑

set for tomorrow morning, 2/20

green eyes watched the twitching whiskers of tiny mouse brother. he had found their ulaq in the night, and despite the scent of wolves, had taken a bone off into the darkness.

now in the thin grey glow of early dawn, he had come back. kukutux had neither the inclination or the ability to hunt him. she thought of the things she had said in the last days upon moonspear, how even her conversation with @Norah, seeking as it was, was innocuous now in the set of things.