Ouroboros Spine x-ing a paragrab

her mind was upon other things.

aiolos.

the coming marriage of the cloudberry woman and firsthunter.

she had not planned one of these before. small teeth showed in a little, private smile. the borders called to her again. kukutux supposed, straightening, that she meant to make amends for the breaking of her ankle, and how she had been unable to help in any way with the formation of moonglow. 

a breath. the duck tasted the end of the wind, and with it not only the scent of pine. she climbed higher, struck with a peculiar sense of knowing, but kukutux wanted to be sure. she paused to pull the black ermine-fur around her shoulders, moving like one of its namesake through the high woodland she had come to know.

there, again. tupilak! she knew it true as the day the fox had come to take her nuak. 

and he was not here. 

she raced faster, until yes, yes, that horrid red splashed as blood against the backdrop of moonglow. "qanaagal!?" she snapped, and this time the duck did call dreadfully for @Adrastus.

there is an evil spirit within moonglow.

"where?" the duck demanded again; the pelt had fallen from her shoulders and she burned righteously, flaring into ice-made angles while eyes churned eldritch. kukutux only knew the loyalty of family. this tupilak had taken one of her own.