Ouroboros Spine tulukkam ittuk

He grins to her. I am called Kigipigak! Backbone in his mother's language, though he does not divulge this. The woman looks very different from the northbred beasts he grew up with, yet her name and general affect make Kigipigak think she is somehow similar, and might know it already.

He doesn ot mean to appraise her as they walk, yet he does so. She does not hold herself with undue pride, swaggering instead with a warrior's strength. Perhaps she held Tartok blood after all; but she was speaking again, and soon Kigipigak's mind was elsewhere.

The tactics of the coming hunt were important details to discern.

If there are only a few, we can separate them. If there are many, I think... to drive them to the water is a good idea. The smaller ones might not think to swim. But then again, if they were well established within the village shadows, they might know more tricks than Kigipigak could imagine. They may use the water to hide themselves or lead us astray.

It would be a fun challenge, at any rate.