Ouroboros Spine All I have to do is breathe

The air was cooling quicker and quicker these days, with the nights being more crisp, leaving a lasting frost by morning. Kigipigak longed to experience a proper snowfall within the village. He missed them; he missed his mother acutely, he had come to realize.

What would she think, seeing him now? Not a warrior of Tartok so much as a warden to a village of people, not even his own people. A guardian of children, a lone hunter, following no commands from any issumatar, pining after the ghost of a girl who would never return.

He sighed as he walked, having reached a high vantage point beyond the village limits. It wasn't far; but itw as high, and from this place he could see the sky well.

He turned his ear, then his attention entirely, to the approaching sound of something small roaming the hillside. In the graylight the shape of the child was almost too impossible for him to see, except the sounds drew him to investigate, and soon he found the small shape of Samani with their fur blanket.