Ouroboros Spine siglikiraktuk ⦅

Kukutux spoke in riddles. Spirits, visions - The long hunt?

What is god to you?

He was quiet after that. Thoughtful, slow to respond. Unlike his usual boisterous self from when he was a wee boy; so far apart from the gregarious energy that had once infected him. The question brought to mind the sound of the tide against the beaches of the island; the sight of a giant turtle crawling the sand; the memory of racing across the isle with Heda and Bartholomew as he hunted with them.

I don't know, he answered lamely, unsure, but also coveting these little things; Mojag did not know how to transform these feelings to words - and he wanted them kept secret, almost. They weren't bad memories or anything, but they were precious.

What's a vision quest? He redirected, but couldn't help the glum expression that overwhelmed his features.