Ouroboros Spine It's all business in the left-hand lane

Kukutux. Aiolos. Shikoba. Skeetch might not have had great focus, but she did have a keen memory when she was able to catch the information she needed. These would be valuable names to know, along with their titles. Her lips twitched as she committed them to memory, half-whispering them to herself to make sure she would remember them. 

"Kukutux! Cool. So what would I be?" She asked. Their titles seemed like a prize to her. She expected an initiate like her might have not quite as spectacular as a name, and that she might have to work to earn a more interesting role for herself, but it was something she was willing to do. 

The Ulaq that she was shown was fascinating. Well kept, and full of scents that easily distracted Skeetch and had her salivating slightly. The scent of herbs, of meat, of fur- all a blend of something that smelled like home. She flicked her tongue over her nose so she could appreciate it fully, and struggled slightly with the interrogation that was set to begin. "Woahhhh. Your home is- brother deer? Oh, deer, yeah," It was difficult to rein in her attention. She felt obligated to focus and answer the question even though she wanted dearly to explore the Ulaq thoroughly. 

And then Kukutux presented her with the dried fish. "Woah, wait- woah, how? It's-" The earthy scent of the bark and the fragrant fish, dried with care and time, was a meal prepared with care. For someone with as ravenous an apatite as Skeetch, the idea of waiting for a meal to dry or cure wasn't really worth the effort. Being nomadic, it also hadn't been an option. She'd gulp down anything dirty, fresh, warm, cold, even a bit moldy. She wriggled and made a pleased sound before she picked it up- bark and all- and crunched through it. For her, the more noise made while eating was a compliment to the chef; the bark was a bit...Surprising, but it went down with the fish whether it was intended as a part of the meal or the display. She snuffled up the crumbs, licked her lips and blinked fondly at Kukutux. "Mmmmm. Thanks! You're super hospitable. It's nice. Oh, right- deer," 

She remembered quickly, and set about explaining in a rush. It was easiest for her to explain something when it was fresh in her mind. If she didn't get it out when she thought of it, she'd forget. "Yeah, I mean, so their tracks are pretty easy to recognize. Same kinda hoofprints as like moose, goat, elk, sheep, but y'know, the smell's different and obviously they have different habitats though deer are kinda less picky than like moose or the mountain-dwellers. They do mountain ranges, plains, forests- probably why they're easier to find than other hooved critters, 'cause they just kinda live anywhere almost, depending on the season. An' they pick what time of day they go out into the open. Dusk is like...The best time to catch 'em in fields. Y'know, they mind the depth of the snow in winter, 'cause I think they know we can outgun them in deep snow. Does'll stick their fawns in deep grass in the springtime so for a bit they're kinda sittin' ducks, super easy to pick off." It felt, at that point, as though she might be telling Kukutux things she might have already known. She tilted her head to the side. "Like what kind of stuff d'you wanna know about them? I can just spout facts all day, but like...I mean, I'd just be talkin' your ear off."