Ouroboros Spine we would skate when the ice would freeze

the green eyes remained warm. "there are many here. what name do you have?" for she had grown guarded in her patience. her shoulders naked again from a fur, but it was becoming more natural to kukutux. in this a taboo. she had been too long unmarried, and had become hardened perhaps.

above her scars, she watched the other. she did not like the ruddiness that clung to the woman, broken by ash. but it was not the color of blood, not the parka of the tupilak.

still. her wariness sharpened.