Ouroboros Spine chaguthil

A good name, offered the man.

Thereafter came quiet; Kigipigak knew he could not do much in his current state, and as much as he wished to speak and resort to his usual boisterousness, he did not have the energy for it. His throat was rough and still tasted of blood. The bruises and cuts along his ribs would take time to mend, leaving him weakened.

Iḷitqusiq offered to speak for him. To entertain with a story, much as a mother might with a cub. The comparison caused a momentary rage to spark in Kigipigak. He did not want to be infantilized beyond how he already felt, but... If it would give the man a reason to linger...

He nods, pivoting his ears towards Iḷitqusiq to show he was interested.