Ouroboros Spine polar nights

When invitation arose, the snowcloud entered the ulaq of moonwoman and set down her gift on the soft bed of furs that lined the floor. "The village has found success in hunts already," she beamed, settling near on her haunches. Unaware of any bad blood between Ariadne and her, blue eyes found the polished teeth; Kukutux seemed an experienced craftswoman! The mother behind Moonsong's own handicrafter, Tulugak was reminded fondly of her own anaana.

"Yes!" slipping gratefully into the tongue of the north. "My village rests at the mouth of a great bay surrounded by glaciers. Moonsong feels much like home."