Ouroboros Spine A cage for your own bird?

The mountainside was briefly home to the mournful songs of Kukutux and Sialuk, twinning together in the night. Raimo did not intervene — he kept far from them to afford whatever privacy he could.

He had never experienced such a powerful loss himself, and as he did not know what the pair would require, he kept out of their way. It was a beautiful song that they shared. He listened until sleep overwhelmed him; the stars watchful over the blackwood, keeping watch until the dawn banished them to hiding.

Raimo tread carefully where Kukutux rested, which had somehow become the rendezvous point between himself and the pair of women. There were pink stains in the snow, likely from the ritual they had shared between one-another, and Raimo loomed over one small patch of diluted blood with a cursory sniff, a brooding look upon his face.