Ouroboros Spine oh no, she's at the bottom of that bottle

Kroc and Ivitaruk. Very different names for very different, but similar, entities. Salamander gave a shrug to the male's explanation, accompanied by a little commentary: "Well I have no idea what Aupârtok means. But if it makes living here easier, I'll accept it." Although she was quite fond of her name - itself being a nickname, actually, given to her at such an early age that there was nothing else to call her - and it felt like a betrayal to accept this second one.

Still, it wasn't that important. A single word could not determine her value, nor stop her from doing her job. As Ivitaruk gouged his claws through another tree's bark, Salamander watched him, and then sauntered towards a neighboring tree. She observed for another moment before rising up to try and do the same thing - balancing carefully, and then trying to score the bark. But she wobbled a bit, and fell forwards, with her chest connecting to the tree (like a hug).

The woman snorted and decided to abandon the task - let the man do it, while she monitored. That seemed like a much better plan.