Ouroboros Spine the knife cuts only so deep

he spoke of the things she knew. when the universe deals you a rough hand with no end game, sometimes you just have to play the game with what you have. shikoba could not fold onto her son or her family, and when push came to shove, the woman held some form of pride for her ability to resist.

"do not rush," she would advise him gently, "you will have time to speak and hunt together." so long as mojag agreed, of course. and shikoba would not force her son into an uncomfortable position, not again if she could avoid it. and as for moon woman, inutsuk would have a gift.

the wife would nod her head approvingly, knowing of the beautiful pelts that kukutux adorned herself with when out and about. it would sit beautifully on her shoulders in shikoba's mind. "she will appreciate it." for a moment, shikoba wondered if she would ever receive such lavish fur from her husband, perhaps in a greedy manner of thinking. "you should seek sun man to rejoin the men's circle, perhaps hunt with him." a chance for inutsuk to find more footing in Moonglow with the other men in the ranks.