Ouroboros Spine Waiting on that morning sun

She led them both to a den. Ulax, the northerners often called them.

Inside, there were wondrous things. They were items Nasamik had none seen since the demise of her clan. It made her smile to see them.

Moonwoman offered to her a treat of fresh, fatty meat. She was hesitant, but would not decline, for fear of it being seen as a sign of disrespect. 

The pale woman went on to speak of her many hunters. Then of her sons. Partnerships were suggested, and then children. Things she hadn't thought of in some time. Soon they may be reality, but not now.

Nasamik's attention was then placed upon a collection of unfinished pelts. Kukutux would give them to her.

Gently, her tail began to sway. But before she would accept, she leaned forward and placed the tip of her nose briefly against her shoulder. This is the way we give proper thanks in my former village. It shows the utmost gratitude to our elders and respected leaders. She explained carefully. It was a gesture she would often use, so it was better explained now, rather later.