Ouroboros Spine And she never gives in

Meal would be very much appreciated, but the quality of information the stranger would gain from Kausiut was debatable. For the past few days the wayward girl had enjoyed her solitude by sticking to the fringes of the village area, visiting older caches and at times being succesful in hunting very small prey. Hare was an animal that she could observe from afar and with longing, but too fast and out of reach. This made her think about the walrusses and the way the hunters on the shores had taken down these creatures, who were far from agile on the ground.

Moonglow still did not feel exactly like a home to her. It was like an almost fitting shoe - beautiful to look at and walk in, but you knew that after a while your poor feet would scream in pain for being locked inside the figurative iron maidens. To characterize Kausiut's situation this way was a bit of an exaggeration, but close enough. Therefore often she would find herself walking along the borders and turning her gaze northwards. On clear and crisp winter days one could almost hear the ocean waves in the distance.

This was, how her path happened to cross with that of the brown-pelted stranger's. Kausiut first caught scent of the fresh hare and only then did she pay notice to the one, who was carrying it. She stopped in the path, waiting for the other to approach.