Ouroboros Spine katjanik ⋖

@Adrastus. kukutux committed it to memory as much as she had the fleet-foot woman in the small frame. but she was not sure of his face, having removed herself to the heart of the territory for so long.

it was afternoon, and she had returned to the snow-shelter for sleep.

but somehow the sight of it caused kukutux to twist from within. she turned her back upon moonspear; she stood upon three legs, the fourth drawn up and high, staring with grim-faced intensity at the curves that sialuk had dug for her.

sialuk, poor girl. kukutux clucked her tongue and sank down into the snow that was each day devoured by the sun. she did not wish to stay here, but wished to honor the effort her daughter had given. at length, the duck pulled the cured foxfur from the den, holding it between her paws.