Ouroboros Spine pitâk ◺

not divided. 

and not complicated, not to her. there was a process among the stars in his clan. it was not so complicated in her own, and yet it was similar. "there are the leaders, and there is the spirit-talker. it is to this wolf that your stars speak. the gods. the voices of animals. it is the spirit-talker who guides the dead through the throat of sedna, and it is they who know the deep power of leaves and roots."

one and the same.

"we seek balance in all things."

that the dead watched from above chilled kukutux, and yet she knew that those who spoke with spirits might also call back to those who had come before. "such things are often only magick that men may know."

a blink. she returned to herself and her original purpose. "soon the long snow and the ice will come. after that, the ice breaks and water flows once more. when this time arrives, where do you mean for yourself to be?" a wolf could come to a village for a winter season. such hunters left just before the new green came back to the world.

she did not think foxfur meant to be that. or so she hoped.