Ouroboros Spine Simulatte brawl.

perhaps it was the ruined caches and the insult of them, or the fire plaguing every vein. perhaps it was towhee close at hand, her dominance and then her deference reestablishing kukutux as moonwoman.

or perhaps it was the mention of the glen. it was a place of loss, a sacred place surely roamed by the spirits disallowed from leaving. 

whatever the reasoning, the duck felt her bad humour rise tangibly. a snarl showed her small and sharp teeth. 

you are not an issumatar

when nyra had come to moonglow with her companions, they had been wounded from a war that the woman had brought upon herself. she had been given medicine and the healing of the woman's own ulaq.

the white wolf had understood that she was to be punished upon arriving at the spine once more. kukutux had spoken of each choice affecting each member of the village.

she thought of the choices she might give the other even on this moment, and how it once more would be far too fair.

and now the iota groveled and kukutux felt only that it was an act. 

nyra did not respect her.

the moonwoman lunged forward. her teeth aimed for the pale scarred hindquarters. get out. and if nyra was unable to outrun herself and towhee, then kukutux would add more wounds to her hide.

there was no place in moonglow for those who took so much.