Ouroboros Spine ugguanik ⏞⏟

THE EIGHTH SONG

no singing this night.

kukutux lay beside sialuk.

the tears had ceased to come.

lynx leant closer, flicking snow from the tip of her long ears.

they have reached the dancing lights.

pain tensing the edge of the duck's jawline; she forced it to whisper away and straightened her shoulders.

soon they hunt with the old ones.

the tears did not arrive.

grief clenched her throat all the same.

you have done well.

i have done well.

starlight racing through the turning heavens as night went on.