Ouroboros Spine Olwen

Kausiut shook her head in response. No, Walrus hunters had done great many things, but drawing had not been among them. When the wolves there were not busy surviving and saving energy for the next hunt, they sung and chanted mournful songs and swapped stories among them. The crippled girl had joined the choir and fallen asleep with the chatter of their voices in the background.

"Sandulf," she called the wolf, who had shown her this, by name. Perhaps, Sialuk knew him and could draw her own conclusions. "Home?" she asked, wondering, whether her sister had come to stay for good or did she plan to leave again.