Ouroboros Spine we would skate when the ice would freeze

a flare of her nostrils the only response. "he is kin to me." a pause. kukutux thought of the ulaq in which the winterhawk made his mending. but she was not yet ready to say that he was among them. that he was theirs for a time. that he had come to live in moonglow.

"were you the one who called the name of this man?" moonwoman inquired instead, recalling the howl that had risen above the spine, and the way that the pale hunter had called back. how he had become distraught in the interim.