Moonspear great-aunt

the man sat up in the entrance of the healing ulaq.
it had been nine days since he had last hunted. his body felt as if it were strained by restlessness.
the wind rose around his pale hackles. chakliux sat just outside, fiddling with several charms he had made from uneven twigs and tufts of wolf-fur.
a thought came to him. "come and trade with me!" the hunter shouted. perhaps they all believed in spirits. chakliux meant to trade them for things toward his lodge. if he could not hunt, he would gather items for nasamik all the same.