Ouroboros Spine sure would like some sweet company

so. ruenna wished children, and a husband first. "it has not left my mind," she said by way of speaking to their first conversation. the heat-pool had been a thing of blessing from those who watched and listened, who made moonglow a gift to them. 

she thought of the names she had collected, fitting each silently to ruenna and then off again. it seemed her store had dwindled, with time and with absence. 

but,

iḷitqusiq, the man with a new name who had begun to take up her stories.

"there is one here who heals an ankle that is broken. he will soon be ready to walk alone." kukutux was soft, hesitant, for she did not wish to promise him for a thing that he had not yet heard. "he has concern that no woman will want him. i say, if he is still hunter, he will be wanted."