Ouroboros Spine ukijijuk ⏧

Her head dipped as Kukutux approached, repeating the soft words on an untrained tongue that fumbled slightly -- though she did not grasp their meaning. That was alright; she felt she could almost sense the spirit of Kukutux's words even if she couldn't always translate them.  Her pale peridots followed the Moon's gesture and slid back to the pelts within her ulaq as the wisewoman explained, dipping her head in understanding as she fell back from the threshold and moved to walk alongside the pallid lady.

"Would you mind teaching me? We cured hides in my homeland but yours are much finer," the artisan praised in the soft-spoken way a woman might from her homeland -- appreciative and subtle.