Ouroboros Spine nâmmasik ⌭

a counselor. kukutux did not believe she had heard the word before; if she had, it did not come to memory. "what is this word that you have said? counsel —" voice trailing away as she felt it sit in the curve of her throat rather than at its back. the word, unfamiliar, had an odd roundness.

she chose to swallow it; perhaps keyni would oblige her with another repetition. "to know the way of the earth and the night, it is always something that is treasured to my spirit." she herself had been reared as such, as all wolves were, though her own people personified each element with a tangible sound. 

a thousand words for ice, for snow, for the drifting cold rain, stories to bind them to the everyday and the mundane. she could not consider another way. "these are good places in moonglow to be filled." appreciation, approval, dancing in the greenstone expression.