Ouroboros Spine ukijijuk ⏧

The mouse felt she should be doing something, assisting in some way. But the moonwife's methods differed greatly from her own, she had never before used her jaws and teeth to scrape away the tissue of the fur's underside -- and there was truly no way to help without getting in Kukutux's way. Sometimes, it was more beneficial to simply stay out of the way. 

Her ears perked with the leader's question, a rueful expression overtaking her dimpled features. "Some, but I must admit that I don't remember the words." A lie, tumbling from her lips with no small measure of guilt. She could hear the words but they were sung in her mother's voice; this she was not quite ready to share.

"We had a few great poets though," she supplied, hoping this might suffice. There were many beautiful ballads and compositions from her native tribe, all that were surely safe enough to reveal.