Ouroboros Spine xxiii. in each others wounds

lótë would find the moonwoman upon her hearth, arranging plants into a gradient of green. she meant to dry them on the stone shelf above, where already strips of fish-meat and berries welcomed the change that the sun would bring. "sister," she said softly, looking up at the tread of the cloudberry woman.

a spray of yellow blooms accompanied the deer-hunter. kukutux let her greenstone eyes travel over them, tapping soil and leaf remnants from her paws. "what have you found?" she did not know the name for it, but the blossoms seemed familiar. yet she would wait for the cloudberry she-wolf to speak, inviting her closer with a tip of her head.