Ouroboros Spine I'm flying like a bird to you now

one of his eyes held the hue of sunlight touching rich loam. the other was like a goldthread petal, darkened enough with a gentle burnish. she wondered how he had gotten those eyes, and then a shiver that was not from wind overtook her narrow shoulders. 

perhaps raimo was twins, a man who had consumed another inside their mother before either were brought into the world that was why he bore such eyes. twins were cursed. one would be laid out for the white fox. but those who were both were thought to be blessed in some way. spirit-walkers.

"no." kukutux let the word rest for a moment. "i do not wish to be beholden to you." another pause to see how he would react. "you have stayed many days and bring meat and pelts." she brushed the foxfur again. "you are hunter here. if you wish to stay and make a village with us and with others, then remain. make a sleeping place," kukutux murmured, "one that does not change."

"we stay here, for that way," and here the duck motioned in direction of the glacier, "holds the bones of my brother. and the mountain may hold the bones of my ... of ones we have loved. i do not wish to leave them. when the snow is gone, green things come up and so must we recover and grow. be in that number."