Ouroboros Spine sisuuk ⊹

they traveled, two bent backs against a soft flurry of ashy snow.

at the spine, kukutux sat. she turned her sorrowed gaze to the male, her voice shorn. a thousand yard stare lurked in her gaze.

"no you won't." arcturus answered, immediately sorry for the way it rolled off of his tongue dismissive. kukutux was in no condition to travel much further. arcturus' brow knitted. "if you were meant to die today, you would have died wi--" oh, that hurt -- "with them." he looked about them, grief knifing his heart. "tell me how to treat your wounds."