Ouroboros Spine The drummer boy from Illinois went crash, boom, bang

Trips to the watering hole were few and far between; the last of the heat wave had tapered off though, which was a blessing to the bulky teen. Nuak lacked the energy to do much beyond nap, eat what was spared for him upon the ledge where he was kept, and glare at the resident guard — the oft distracted @Zane.

He didn't look like much. Kukutux trusted the man to watch over the boy, but so far as Kiliutak could discern of them, they didn't have the heart for it. Nobody had come to beat the boy for information and he wasn't lacking in food, which should have eased his distrust of the people inhabiting Moonglow village. Instead, Kiliutak only grew more suspicious of them; he was adamant that his heart remain hard and cold like stone or ice.

In watching the shadows of the woodland around him, nuak saw the now commonplace figure that was his guard. They were facing away from him, distracted by something. With nobody to stop him -- though he could not say for how long this window would remain open -- Kiliutak lunged out of the dark crevasse where he was kept and tried to slink as quietly as he could along the narrow path banding the mountainside, eager to sneak away.