Ouroboros Spine tulukkam ittuk

He is not lost in thought for long. The sound of a chuff alerts Kigipigak of company and as he turns to look around, he spots the approaching wolf — she is the color of an autumn leaf pile, but far more substantial.

Kigipigak's tail raises slightly and waves behind his hocks. I greet you, he says. The stranger looks as weathered by fate as himself, with a network of scars across their face. Kigipigak takes one glance upon them but does not let his eye linger; he does not want them to feel alienated; besides, she has likely seen the curving scars upon his own body by this point.

He looks around and then back to her. You look like you are on a mission. Can I help?