Ouroboros Spine cryptic bones and ancient feathers

a hard woman, with scars and more years than the duck.

when kukutux descended from her pineweald perch it was to peruse her borderland with a surreptitious and practiced glance. somehow, sometime, she had become her mother. she guarded their secrets — and her own — with a zeal that had only just come to her. their blessing.

today she wore no fur upon her shoulders; she felt rather unwrapped, naked, as she stilled her step before the figure. something familiar upon the wind. jadeite gaze was calm, though kukutux felt rather awed by the other, and dizzy with her awe. "this is moonglow. i am kukutux."