Ouroboros Spine He's heading out the door

The gentle hunter had left the women to speak, turning away to stalk off toward the lake, and to the ulaq he had built for himself with words he wished to share, though the timing had not been right. He had assumed it would be best to speak with the Moon alone, as it was a fairly personal matter he wished to bring up. Discontent had settled into his breast, and he felt it growing every time he crossed the dark sivullik's scent, especially considering the fact that Raimo had continued to stalk the women, remaining close at hand to the ulaq they shared. It made him wonder if perhaps Raimo had been telling the truth- though in his heart he still had his doubts. 

He waited until the moon had risen before he headed back toward the area where @Kukutux lived, healing her wounded ankle. He crossed Raimo's scent and had half a mind to cover it with a marking of his own. The instinct surprised him, and made something twist within his gut. These were not good feelings at all- and they needed to be settled. So he approached, and thought he caught a glint of silver fur in the distance, not far from where the silver duck settled, ever the watchful Wisewoman. He chuffed lightly, hoping he might beg a moment of her time, after having gifted her the marten earlier. His features were sombre, perhaps moreso than usual, and likely hinted at the disturbance which had settled within him.