Ouroboros Spine out where the wild things are

massaraq had come back.

two sons.

the duck fasted. she prayed. she fed massaraq good gruels and saw that he slept often in the ulaq where he had been born, absorbing the long years of great power that the shelter now held.

she considered moonsong.

she offered more fat to the wind, to the spirits, to the snow.

and on one such day they brought to her the crumpled form of kassuq, who breathed and lived but was studded with horrible wounds and streaked in mud.

"@Nasamiituuq," she spoke, gathering others from the village to bring the new man to her ulaq, to call massaraq and arrluk close.

they were bound in this now.

brothers.
 
her chants began, and she began to bind his wounds as her soft voice carried and the young girl at her side chewed medicines into a poultice for the sibling of her mother.

three men in her village. three hunters.