Ouroboros Spine kirnmitkuk ⊟

she gently nudged the winterhawk with a brush of her muzzle. he glowed with happiness. sakhmet was the woman of his heart. all her spirit was filled with joy and delight for them both.

"they will remember you for this," she said gently. "such hunters pass into memory."

he was proud. he was fulfilled. the scars upon his heart had healed and even the ones he wore in his pelt did not hide this.

"do you know the word of 'war-council?'"