a seal pup.
a child.
a child.
tugix stiffens.
he stops dead in tracks already cold.
in conflagration of fever and confusion he stares down at the pale puff which has emerged from seemingly nowhere to join the muradoii on the ice.
children. a child. he does not know what to do.
blood instinct says she is a morsel to be fed to the black sea. his gums itch in vague response, but beyond this, no other instinct to kill. instead, one unknown rears its head: the response of older wolf to younger.
tugix twists his mauled face.
pups of muradoii serve only this purpose of sacrifice unless they defined themselves early. girl children are given the brutal 'out' of the bone hearth.
he is still.
he does not reach for her.
some sentiment which tugix does not understand drags his head lower, down.
an exchange of breath.
milk. salt.
a bird with odd feathers perches close, aorta-man notices at last.
his brow furrows. silence reigns.