Ouroboros Spine tulukkam ittuk

shikoba is glad that the large tundarian man joins her today, for the prize of fox fur clouds her mind as she lurches forward. thankfully, he does not need much instruction, for the man seems trained enough to understand how the hunt goes with the elusive nature of the fox. this gives shikoba the peace of mind to be able to focus on her own segment of the hunt.

it is the female that she has chased after, the spry creature shrieks for her mate but does her best to evade the sly-footed native. despite her best attempts, even masters of running can still trip up. the fox loses her footing and soon somersaults forward in a crying mess. she tumbles, but there is no time to escape. a snapping set of teeth grasp ahold of the head, in aim to cut the throat and squeeze the very life from her body.

gruesome, yet swift. it is an acceptable death as there is little cruelty held within the maw of shikoba. she does not watch to see if the fox's mate has taken notice to the mournful cries that leave her before she goes limp. shikoba does not care, however; rather the woman takes up carcass and looks towards kigipigak with hopeful honey eyes.