Ouroboros Spine uliktuk ⤝

Delight sparkled behind her eyes when anaanatsiaq laid the leaves at her paws. Nasamiituuq reached for them even as her grandmother spoke, always eager to please. But her grace did not quite match her enthusiasm; the first leaves she tried to crumble were flung across the ground, and her ears lowered.

Sorry, She mumbled, trying to gather the scattered pieces back to her. After a moment she turned wide eyes back to anaanatsiaq. Is the long hunt dangerous?