Ouroboros Spine cryptic bones and ancient feathers

they nestle next to each other, birds of a feather. it is quite out, shikoba hears only the quiet breaths of herself and of kukutux. she feels at peace, just for this moment she shares with the duck. she has made a good choice coming to the spine with open arms tonight. a thanks is given to her as well, and shikoba exhales softly through her nose. when was the last time she was thanked for something? 

she settles more, chin resting atop her paws and eyes daring to close. in her head, she sees the tupilak running towards her, jaw unhinged with white pearl daggers open for the strike. one would shudder at the thought, perhaps even jolt up. but shikoba holds little fear when she faces her enemies. black lips part and the two collide.

a breath. a dream. perhaps even a reality. until then, shikoba will only dream that she wins this fight.

last post from me! so excited to be apart of this mystical group ;u;