Ouroboros Spine bad eggs

kukutux was silent. "i think that i met this raimo," she admitted with a sigh, unsure still what to make of the dark man. "he gave me ptarmigan meat. we are beholden to him." were she stronger, she would remove the thin skin with its feathers, cure it into something soft for a den.

as it were, all the duck had to offer was the jerk of her head toward a small pile of snow against the edge of the ulaq, where she had tucked the meat and bones that still remained of the bird. "you sleep, pukak. i keep watch."