Ouroboros Spine katjanik ⋖

When she lifted her gaze, he noticed for the first time the shade of them- and likened them to the colour of pale spruce needles. His gaze did not linger on her facial features, however, and as soon as he'd been noticed, he dipped his head in a greeting, aware that he was being watched and considered. Silently, he held his place, and waited to see if she might call him closer so that they might become acquainted. No such invitation occurred, though he heard her shift slightly in the snow. He glanced up, only to notice that she'd just slightly pulled the fox pelt closer to herself. Perhaps she was wary of him. 

He gently set the limp muskrat carcass down onto the ground, and flicked his ears forward, though he didn't raise his gaze to meet hers, if it might be perceived as being too bold. He remembered the words Sialuk had first spoken to him- so he felt it might be the best way to address the Moon-duck. "I greet you," He said calmly, hoping that it might win him a bit of favour should it be the manner in which she preferred to be addressed.