there is no fatherly instinct in tugix. the child is forgotten in his rage.
the wolf has gone. the bird remains. tugix snaps and snaps, drool stretching in a bobbing thread between air and ground.
blood streams. he is weakening but does not feel it.
aorta-man is singular: a sacrifice for the black sea.
if bird dove, teeth reached. until he collapsed, tugix would surge with the ire of being attacked.
blood drips and drips, steaming, turning the snow into half-melt and crimson.