Ouroboros Spine kapvik

One son was slow to respond, the other quick. It would be Kivaluk that pounced the thing and obeyed his father's command; that or he saw the pain within the creature and sought to end it for mercy's sake - either way, it no longer struggled, and Kivaluk had one kill under his proverbial belt.

Very good! Kigipigak's voice boomed. The man advanced to where Kivaluk sat over the carcass of the weasel and looked upon his son with great pride; even though it was a canned-hunt, so to speak, it was a great achievement.

One day, you will be a fine hunter. Both of you, he looked to Akkuma who sulked quietly beside. Now, what will you do with that?

The weasel was in tatters. It wasn't enough fur to be made in to anything, but Kigipigak did not know furs. If the boys were hungry they could eat, or perhaps put the thing away for the future; this too was a test, and Kigipigak would not be the one to choose for them.