Ouroboros Spine the same [voice] that oft-times hath

the call had not gone unnoticed by the duck.

she pulled a white pelt over her shoulders, chilled despite the great heat. inside her, the sun too seemed to burn. but it did not sicken kukutux, for once. with gratitude she made her way slowly to the call, arriving beside shikoba belatedly. 

the other spoke in a heavy accent of mapping the stars. "you know the path of the sky?" she blurted in a most informal way, though ears tilted in apology thereafter. 

the other was a man meant more for running than the clash of wolves, stone and earth melding together upon him. his gaze was respectful, and kukutux was again suffused with thanks for shikoba's intent and watchful presence over moonglow. she did not speak again, wishing the stranger to answer.