Ouroboros Spine foxfire

Snaking across the pelt on his belly, Nuak felt his chin grind against the dirt and pulled himself in to a contortion, hugging the pelt between his legs to stop from losing it. The bolt of red fur was not as large as his body. He clung to it as if it granted safety, amused by the odd scent of it and the feeling of the coarse texture sprouting across it. When he stopped it might have been comical; the skin was piled at his chest which gave Nuak the appearance of a red beard.

When the woman surfaced again, Nuak was too preoccupied. It wasn't until she spoke that he loosened his grip on the fur, even pushing at the ground hastily, to shove it away from himself. I wasn't enjoying myself, no matter how it looked, the behavior said.

A dull snort was the only answer he gave, at first. Acting petulant; sniffing the air as if it held more interest than the woman, except, the twitch of his ears towards her showed his true focus. He could smell rain on the way - or maybe that's what thinned air smelled like. He stole a few glances at Kukutux and muttered, Sometimes. Not this time. he thought it was an odd question.