Ouroboros Spine I'm flying like a bird to you now

he had enjoyed the story. his features had softened from the distant cunning she had begun to compare with him: an intelligent, silent man with much patience. and a skilled hunter as well. 

"the boys not yet men ran after brother fox when he wore white. whoever caught him would be a full hunter. but they would all eat his flesh. he gives strength to the limbs and a sharpness to the mind."

the essence of a fox, kukutux believed. she dipped her slender muzzle closer to the kill, nosing through the guard hairs that managed to be at once coarse and fine. it was a good pelt, the duck admitted to herself with a little less grudging than she had expected.

"it has been many days and you have stayed in the valley," the duck chose to say, and she lowered her thinned hips to the snow. paws beneath plume, the greenstone eyes watchful.