Ouroboros Spine nagligigaa

A cat? he affirmed, as best he could.

Taking shallow breaths was best. Speaking hurt more than breathing, but Kigipigak was a talkative creature even in the worst of pain. It singed his spirit that he could not convey what he wanted.

Felt like... crushing, rolling. The creature had made a concentrated effort to pull him down and then reach for his belly. In the way a house cat might dive towards a ribbon with its forelimbs and then kick, kick, kick, to kill it.

He was all ribbons, now.

Kigipigak wanted to be strong, especially when cornered here by the woman. He wanted to refuse the pain that inhabited his skin, but he could not. His eyes were shining with a build-up of pitiful emotion - the kind which was not welcome by a real man, but perhaps a boy not yet grown in to his furs.