Ouroboros Spine foxfire

kukutux waited with a deferential politeness as the boy put aside the skin, feeling a motherly sort of pride as he stepped upon the same trail. 

the bears.

"we have many stories of bears here. and i have more, in my head." another grin, for kukutux truly was exhilarated still at the experience of free-roam after two moons of recovering. "sometimes they have words. sometimes they have no words." she glanced sidelong at him, curious as the path grew rocky and jagged, the hilliness increasing.

a wild young hunter who spoke with bears. "if a bear shares a talk with a hunter, we say that nanook has seen that the hunt will be successful. he is the god of bears. he wears a white parka, and he knows if a taboo in hunting has been broken."