Sawtooth Spire Bridges

Words misplaced, their meaning skewed. Kapvik was distressingly aware of these 'mistakes.' Aariak – bless him – did not poke fun. The Inuit was good at keeping the conversation alive while the wolverine loused up. Embarrassing. The sentiment bled through much to Kapvik's alarm.
INDENTAariak carried on, altering the subject. Ouroboros Spine was mentioned to his dismay. Touchy topic. Mental defacement frequents him since they were ousted. Kapvik loved that place. It was a passion that came to him in wistful bouts nowadays. Tonravik preferred cooler climes. Ouroboros Spine was a natural elevation like any other, but it was more diverse geographically rather than Sawtooth Spire. Also no snow capped its peaks.
INDENT“It's colder here. Bigger, too.” Like listing off the spire's noteworthy qualities would dwarf the spine's grandeur. A melodramatic sigh left his lips. Who was he trying to kid? “I miss the spine.” Trimmed, offhand admittance muttered under the Gamma's breath. Not wanting to draw attention to it, he hurriedly tried to cover it up with “Um. Tonravik and Nanuk – they speak a language I've never heard before. Are you familiar with it?” That curiosity has been gathering dust in his memory banks for too long. Though the query itself was strained, the peculiarity was unfeigned.