Ouroboros Spine kimmaktuk ∝

zane was correct despite his usual flippant manner. kukutux still did not understand what a man in his good years won from taking the attitude of a younger man, but so far it had served her kin. reminded that they did indeed share the name of ostrega between them put her to mind of their extended family.

could she still call herself an ostrega if there was no blood there, only in her moon-hunter and her raindrop? a thought for another day. kukutux shuffled around in the small space and at last lay near zane, extending her injured ankle out. "you are content here, hunter," the duck observed, offering him a warm look once she had settled.