Ouroboros Spine pivalliak ⧃

The sharp taste of blood in the air told him that the creature was no longer whole. The woman moved on soon enough, burying the remains and murmuring against the wind before rising and departing. He watched her go, dark eyes burning a hateful glare against her back.

He waited a little longer and when she did not return, crept from the shadows of the pine wood.

Head bent over the freshly tilled soil, he snorted over it like the hogs from the other day; the blood scent was strongest here, and he could not hold back the urge to dig. It was not a deep grave for the dead thing — Nuak snapped at it and tugged, pulling the body free.

Once it was unearthed he inspected it with probes of his nose. Red stained his lips, mud streaked his cheeks, but he did not eat it; adamant there was something wrong with it, or that some spell had been cast.