Ouroboros Spine salummaun ¤

Unable to fathom how this mess came to be, Kigipigak did not lay blame as he worked. It was just another task to complete for the benefit of the village. Some pieces of bedding were more destroyed than others - yet each festered where they had been discarded. The rich stench of a man pervaded much of these things. White hairs clung to brownish smears across one pelt, yellow stained the palest sections of another.

Through the woods Kigipigak went. When he reached the place he hoped to lay these things to rest, he finally took notice of the wolf working behind him on the path. Had she been within the ulaq this whole time?

Tossing the object he was carrying to the dirt, Kigipigak pushed it as far off the path as he could before dragging his face through some dry grass; thus combing some of the mess from himself, though he had begun to yellow in an ugly way across his cheeks from the work.