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

a quirk of her mouth. "i would not yet know." it was not quite humour that came to kukutux, but it was warmer than grief. she could not keep her eyes from moonspear. the days would wear on. the nights would be long without the comfort of the mountain. 

her heart ached, and she longed for sialuk to return. each moment the girl was away, each time that she left the ulaq and the duck could not go with her, something twisted deep inside.

"i will take this back." a pull of her muzzle; she did not ask raimo to come with her. not yet. her raindrop must be consulted before they called the hunter for a formal invitation. and he knew by now, surely, where the ulaq was. and yet he had not forced his presence.

kukutux lifted the red pelt, giving a polite dip of her head, before he began to turn her limping gait toward a home that was not moonspear, heavy with a grief that could be .