Ouroboros Spine Her every thought, her only thought.

a breath that shivered, drawn coldly through her lungs. ciri. the girl who was perhaps spirit did know the name her mother had granted. "kukutux of ostrega clan. we are family." she did not have the strength to discover the exact nature of their kinship ties, only that they existed.

"your mother —" a voice, hesitating. "she did not come back when the snows left us. we believed she searched for your path. she was not upon moonspear when the star came down." not for a moment did she believe that this would soothe the younger wolf. but she had returned, in a way. perhaps the woman who had borne her would also return to their holy places.

"this is the village of moonglow. i will not forget the mountain."

the duck was still unsure if this child truly existed, or if she was only a forlorn vision.