Ouroboros Spine first blood

she looks at him curiously, how could he possibly just... ignore the cold and just burrow within it? staying out in the desert with no den would be asking for heat stroke, mirages, dehydration, and probable death. and in the snow? frostbite, hypothermia, and again, death. in new ways, as the moments grow along between the two, shikoba feels impressed and curious about the ways of the man before her.

before he was inutsuk, before he was here. who was morte?

"inutsuk does not have to make ulaq," she tries her best to reassure him, "nice for cold weather, or rain." while the rain is seen as a blessing and a gift, it still brings chills to the bones of the warrior woman. her thinner coat is not meant to handle these tougher challenges that winter brings. as she grows older, she worries that she may too need to start draping herself with the furs that adorn the back of moon woman.

she looks towards the direction of her own before making eye contact with him. "come with shikoba, back to ulax. maybe inutsuk like them and make one." a polite suggestion as she goes to pick up her fish. something this fresh should be eaten quickly before the meat goes stale.