Ouroboros Spine akiguk ∺

she did not answer, but her tone was not unkind. "you have stayed in this place." an observation that begged an answer. kukutux let her eyes fall to the bird he had brought, nosing along her mending break. it was not easy to capture a thing with feathers. it was hunting that demanded more patience. an elk might be run to a close. a bird could take to the sky and be gone in a breath.

"it is a good catch," the moondrop said when she raised her head again. he had kept whatever word made the first day. "i am kukutux."