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The boy had been right to assume the term was for himself, and thought of correcting her with the name he had chosen for himself - but something was deeply wrong with that, and as he did not feel comfortable with sharing something so dear to himself with a stranger, he held his tongue. Nuak would serve well enough for now.

The slightest movement from the woman garnered a slight glare from his dark, grim features. She vanished in to the hollow and soon after came away with a gift; one she spread out before withdrawing. The red-brown of the skin was the most vibrant thing he had ever seen; he stared at it dumbly, an ear pivoting to Kukutux' voice.

When he felt her presence move away from it he looked after her, then rose and took a stride towards the rufous layer of fur. He watched strands tremble and inspected the surface with cursory sniffs, then climbed upon an edge. Unable to stop himself the boy dropped to his chest and scrubbed himself against the skin, feeling the rough furs drag against his own ragged coat.

When he exhausts himself enough he spins on his heel and becomes a puddle against the red fur, pulling his legs in close to his core, with his chin on his forelimbs.

More of the boy is against the dirt versus the pelt. It is clear by the way his eyelids begin to droop that he is falling asleep - fighting against the sensation - until finally his wary ears stop twisting; the speedy beat of his anxiety-riddled pulse slowly seeps away, leaving the boy to a much needed nap.