Ouroboros Spine kuagak

he ate. kukutux continued to watch him in the way of ageing women guarding their secrets. 

she offered more fish when peregrine had finished. "he knows. he has been here several times. he stays at your side often."

the duck put aside the sinew to work another day and pulled instead an old caribou hide closer to her paws. aged as it was, the skin was good. it did not smell of rot. she would cut it into sleeping-blankets for new babies.

moss was given next, soaked with water from the lake. "you have been walking between this world and the next for many hands of time. many, many days, peregrine."