Ouroboros Spine chaguthil

The name was striking. It surprised Kigipigak that someone would hold such a powerful name as this, yet look so utterly removed from the northlands; he regarded the visitor with a searching look that lasted maybe too long, but did not ask anything further about it. Names were sacred, at least to Kigipigak.

The boy's initial suspicion was correct as well. It appeared as though Iḷitqusiq was in far greater condition than his freshly ruined body and Kigipigak was immediately envious, then surprised at the dark and twisted jealousy that arose so whole within himself; he would mend in time, Kukutux would do her best, he reminded.

Kig... Kig, he struggled, having never before had a hard time with his precious name. It was a struggle to bring in a breath and then to expel the air in a way that was understandable; his own name twisted up his tongue, so he opted for the one Kukutux had used for him before: Kiggavik.