Ouroboros Spine kita ∻

kukutux ground grass fibers along her back teeth.

with her daughters turned toward meat, the duck found more time to begin the summer-end gathering of roots and closing leaves, before the ground became hard and the snow fell. she sat before her ulaq, three small piles of different long-blades before her.

moonwoman thought of the storm-man she had met outside their mountain-circle, and blinked.

"@Sialuk," she murmured, when her daughter had come near again. the raindrop was devoted as angajuk, never far from the den for long. "the moon of your birth is suvlugvik. the time of ice-breaking. something new will happen to you when the rivers flow again."