Ouroboros Spine putulapâk ≬

a raw sort of energy clung to the girl's limbs. "come and sit with me, iksriktaayuuk," the mother clucked. "it has been a time of many sorrows, and it feels that it will not end."

surely it must. surely it would. but kukutux could not find it in herself to speak without plainness; she offered meerkat a tremulous smile and pushed the hock joint of some animal toward the girl. food she could not offer. comfort, perhaps.