Ouroboros Spine juniperus

He watched from as far back as his body could have wedged itself against the rock, observing the approach of a pale body. It could have been Sialuk for all he knew. Kukutux had been keeping away from him; sometimes Kiliutak would see Zane, or the red-coated man, or from time to time a large pale man with scars. Less and less he saw of Kukutux.

Until the moment she arrived now, tossing something against the dirt. It looked like a flat stone. Kiliutak watched it touch down upon the earth but did not rise to meet it for a moment - and when he did, he moved with a hunched, tight gait. Sniffing at the shape and finding little of value upon it.

Then, turning his gaze out to where Kukutux waited, he squinted in to the light. This wasn't food; what could it possibly mean?