Ouroboros Spine Who hung the moon

The long road home had been enough to dissipate Kausiut's initial anger and disappointment about yet another move, leaving her empty, disinterested in life and following the group passively. The only thing that gave her comfort and which she did not leave out of her sight for a second was that dried fish. With it in her jaws she had walked the distance, with it, placed safely between her paws, she slept soundly.

Her crippled leg ached, making weight-bearing uneven on the rest of the feet. Therefore, when they reached the Ouroborous spine, Kausiut was not only exhausted, but every muscle in her body ached. She spent days just sleeping and recovering and even then, she had difficult time moving around.

Exploring was out of question and the bored child found small solace in playing with the treasures she had found here. The fish was there, some rocks, a piece of twig, bone and antler. Stolen piece of fur. What had first started out as mimicking Sialuk's prediction game, had evolved in something bigger for Kausiut. She placed them in different formations, murmuring to herself in a tongue foreign to all, save for herself. She seemed to read the meaning beyond the items and find great joy in it.

This was, what she was doing in a small clearing, free of snow, when Samani found her.