Ouroboros Spine anilaaktuk

Down in the valley, as Kigipigak returned from his visit to the villages there, his heart was heavy. He had looked everywhere within the short span of time he had allotted. Now was the time to wait, to perhaps mourn, and to hope that Sakhmet would return to him of her own volition. He would give her time; in that time, his journey returned him to the foothills of the spine.

It was here he paused to lift his head and call to the wolves of the moon village: 'Kigipigak has returned. I accept the invitation - may I enter?' and then he stood in wait for a response, but the enervated feeling of his loss began to burn a sadness in to him, so he began to move again.

Kigipigak slowly hiked his way along the lower limits of the cliffs, finding the main path which would take him to the village outskirts, but being slow to follow it. Every so often he would look over his shoulder or down from the high places he found himself, as if he might see Sakhmet's red-black shape roaming among the green hills below.