Ouroboros Spine weep for me, for I have no tears left

Inutsuk heard as the leaves from outside the ulaq began to shuffle. His gaze had been fixed upon the entrance, so he could see her clearly as she entered. A bird hung low in her jaws. Truthfully, he wasn't too hungry, but he knew that refusing sustenance wouldn't help his health at all.

There were many words, within both. But nearly spoke yet. He knew that Shikoba had questions to ask him and anger to vent. Inutsuk was prepared for both, regardless of how much it would sting. 

Shikoba has questions, He rasped, reaching to accept the gift of a meal. Inutsuk will answer each, with the hope for patient ears. It was much to ask for, given his crimes, and he would not expect her mercy in this.