Ouroboros Spine kasruktuk ≍

Callyope knew only joy.

She sung to the morning sun, she sung to the women's work and the men's hunts. When her mouth was full of toys or her own work, she still found it in her to hum.

She knew only harmony and the bliss of Moonglow.

Today was no different as her mother gave her a strip of hide and instructions. Callyope, too full of bliss, did not pay as much attention to the tracks as her mother did. Instead, she dipped her front end in the water with the hide between her jaws.

Soak the skin, make it soft. Soft, soft, soft.

A tune, poorly sung around the deerskin.