Ouroboros Spine the fall of the house of usher

on her borders, again, the tupilak.

if kukutux had known the scent of ursus she would have known them as enemy to her village, but in that moment it was the remembered salt and stone in that bloody chunk of flesh ripped too horribly from a screaming mouth;

moonwoman went down to meet the demon, calling in the words of snow and ice for @Kigipigak, for the winterhawk to be her teeth; if he heard or if he did not, kukutux arrived and filled with the silent promise of a hunter's wound.

the boy at the red girl's side tempered moonwoman, and she halted her clawed step at a distance, jadestone eyes burning for the evil one alone. "you will never have your tongue again," kukutux spat, hackles speared into glacial points.