Ouroboros Spine pivalliak ⧃

Nuak had watched the strange red-haired man come, eyeing him from a distant ledge until his shape vanished among the trees.

It was not his duty to protect these lands. He was as skilled a warrior as he was a hunter — so, not very. Any intrigue that rippled through the village did not affect the boy, who retreated to the comfort of the fox skin.

His mind was on other things.
( He had the look of you — nuak — )

There were many places for the boy to hide — but, he could not hide eternally.

When the need for food came to his belly he rose and, following a twisting path he had not seen before, left the sleeping place he had made and journeyed in search of a cache; he had not taken the food left out for him by the ulaq, and steered himself clear of the boar-witch's scent.