Ouroboros Spine I'm singing like a bird 'bout it now

the otter skin would need to be stretched to make it worthwhile. she had no scraper, nor the hard branches she had used for the pulling of leather.

some distance from the ulaq kukutux found a splintered tree with jagged edges. she brought with her the skin, and tugged it down as if she were at play.

but her features were from, and unthinking she put down her paw upon the hide. agony pulsed along the bone; she snatched it up and let the skin fall to the snow. another low breath and kukutux did this deliberately. a wash of anguish sickened her belly at once; she dropped into a drift and breathed. 

she picked up the otter hide.

when it was passed, the duck straightened her ankle slowly, teeth clenching on the skin until her teeth cut through and ruined her offering entire.