Ouroboros Spine Winter dressed in white

It wasn't a surprising thing that he still remembered the spine so well. He could recall most paths; especially those used as hunting paths. Of those housed by Moonglow, Inutsuk was the one least often to be found hunting. Only when required by Shikoba, would he seek a critter or two.

Moving in slow rhythm, he trailed the familiar path. The days were growing colder, but the man's thick pelt had not changed. It remained thick, readied for when the heavy snowfall arrived.

He did not expect to find company today, but when movement ahead caught his eye, Inutsuk shifted his attention. Someone hunted. He sat atop the mound, observing in silence. They did not seem overly familiar; though, he knew there were bound to be new faces among them. He had not been absent a short time, after all.