Ouroboros Spine first blood

he seems interested enough, a bit comical even. shikoba nods to him for a moment; it makes sense that the brute of his stature would not be well-suited to chase after something that relies on speed and agility. should they ever end up hunting the caribou that enter the spine during the colder months, shikoba would have to remember to use inutsuk as the strength to bring it down once she and the others tire it out. hopefully, he will remain for such a joyous time.

until then, she focuses on guiding him through parts of the territory before the frigid lake comes into view. the water would not feel as refreshing as it once was in the summer, but this would be a test of not just skill, but willingness to follow the program. shikoba doesn't care much for the idea of swimming, but a belly full of trout is hard to deny herself. she stops at the edge of the water, seeing the little laps of the water slide across the rough exterior of the sand and rock.

she looks towards inutsuk with a hopeful glint in her eyes. "follow, slowly." she instructs him, and soon enough the native finds herself slowly immersing herself into the cold water. thankfully, shikoba runs quite warm, so the shock of the temperature does little to scare her. once the two have almost half of their legs submerged, she stops to check the progress of the man. "fish need patience, scare easily. wait till close, then--" she chomps towards him playfully, teeth clacking together in a satisfying noise. "inutsuk understand?"