Ouroboros Spine Hung like the pelt of some prey you had worn

So long as someone found a use for it, Raimo did not care where it went. The majority had gone to the one who could make the most use of it: the meat would help Kukutux regain her strength, the pelt would give her something to work on and then provide warmth until winter's end. The jawbone seemed tiny by comparison; but Sialuk sounded thankful for it.

Surprised, even, to find some kindness flowing from Raimo. He nods slowly and murmurs, Of course.

I am not unkind, he explains and chuffs a small laugh alongside. Proof enough in the full caches and filled bellies. He could hoard the meat for himself and watch as the little family starve, but that did not suit his ends.