Ankyra Sound and if the devil was to ever see you

Kausiut waited patiently for the young man to finish his speech. She understood the intonation and gestures, which spoke clearly of "this is mine". This she could respect. Not for eating was self explanatory to her. Death-bone had almost killed her and she had never tried to eat any of Sialuk's bones again. Or - her own collection of items - the lesson had been harsh, but very effective.

Her ears perked up at the mention of "embiklaka" and something akin' to a crooked grin briefly appeared on her features. Seemed that the guy was into nonesense-word creating himself. Then he paused, as if waiting for her to say something. "Work," she told him, looking from the bones up to him and back to them again. Intent clear. Do waste words. Do the magic.