Ouroboros Spine nagligigaa

kukutux returned to her roots and to her furs. today she scraped leather again, marring its progress to lengthen the softening. it had no hair-side, this strip of otter-skin; the duck smoothed it and smoothed it. it would be a toy for a child. her child. more of them as the mothers saw fit.

a small, secret smile tugging at her mouth as the duck glanced sideways and saw the dull russet sheen of the foxfur that raimo had granted her. suddenly, a flush of hope that he had found his sea-woman. for she had discovered her sun man had come from the same ocean.

a light song outside the door of the ulaq, where it might rest upon kigipigak's ears.

a woman's song;

we are the makers of leather

it is us who makes fine the furs

say to your father, you would have no bride-price without my work

you are simply brave to think it.

on and on, into the widening day.