Ouroboros Spine pitâk ◺

a man approached. kukutux had not at first liked the look of his red fur, for he reminded her too deeply of the demon-girl. and yet the favor of her daughter had been given at the borders, for he had become one of them. kukutux clicked her tongue for her daughters to remain at the base of the third sister-oak, and drew closer to the man.

"you have grown slender as a young willow." her tones were observant, seeking. "you have the name of foxfur, is this true?"

behind her, the little ones rolled in the purple flowers.