Ouroboros Spine ajukittuk ⪻

"it matters who is making the answer," kukutux said musingly, settled onto one elbow. "each morning, sialuk and rise before mother sun shows her face. sometimes she sings to the dawn. i go around the belly of moonglow. if there is new hunting, sivullik will tell me. lote, also," kukutux said, pausing.

"then i come here. i scrape pelts with sialuk and often with lote, again." a smile. "we soak them in the river. when they have been washed, we scrape them again, and dry them. there are berries to collect and sticks of meat to dry. the day is eaten quickly."