Ouroboros Spine cryptic bones and ancient feathers

a narrow stumble over her name, but kukutux held no judgement. "sheik-oba," and a small smile, a wave of her plume, to show that she too did not always have the tongue for words. "what does shikoba bring to moonglow?"

despite her roughened demeanour, the woman was diplomatic. direct. "there is a man here with the title of sivullik. he chooses the hunt and what will be killed." a pause. "we have many ways here that are maybe not your ways." an understatement. "but moonglow has fairness, and my village is content."

she did not mention the sacrifices that etching the land had demanded, or how it all had been a price gladly paid in the end. she looked for the honey behind the splash of scarring and waited to hear shikoba's voice again.