Ouroboros Spine kimmaktuk ∝

kukutux was restless by now. but when dawn came it was accompanied by a cold rain that swept the last bare branches of the first ulaq away. driven to her feet, kukutux limped away, blinking against the deluge as she sought to delve her pale figure beneath the conifers.

unsteady footing upon wet ground sank the moonwoman twice; she rose with pelt muddied and dignity bruised, hoping that she had not been seen. the storm grew harsher, and kukutux hurried for shelter, harried ears backpinned as her rocky gait carried her unvenly toward a shelf of stone.

beneath that, a yawning mouth. the duck turned in all directions, seeking another of moonglow. but when no one arrived at once, kukutux chose to sniff toward the darkness, satisfied to find nothing but a tangled rope of stale scents.