Ouroboros Spine xlviv. that one will die

for @Aiolos <3 (this is backdated a few days, before Kukutux and Lótë deliver)

It had not gone unnoticed in her grief that their newest Alpha had taken to watching over her ulaq as her whelping time grew near. It was just hard to find the time or energy with everything going on to properly thank him. Even so, it meant more than he knew that the Sun (as she had come to think of him) was looking out for her while the spiritbear was…gone. 

She knew it would be even harder to find a chance after her children arrived. In the days before their birth, she devoted a portion of her time to drying a choice piece of fish for him — a simple trout she’d lucked out on some days past. The greenpaw had shredded some wild garlic and herbs which she had seasoned the hacked filets with before drying them.

She waited at her threshold with the gift at her feet — the meal arranged neatly on the shoulder blade bone of a deer, a picture Kukutux would’ve been proud of — as the afternoon lengthened into evening, scanning the tree line for Aiolos’ emberpelt to see if he would pass by her ulaq.