Ouroboros Spine atvaktaktuk

there had been a visible lightening on the face of ariadne after the rite for little fox, which pleased her mother and made her angry over again that her daughter had ever suffered.

sialuk was a healer! kukutux knew much medicine! she had students now of her own. there were many healers among them. the boy did not have to die. and if sedna had still seen fit to bring him back, ariadne would not have suffered without her mother and her sisters.

she had not yet approached the ulaq chosen by the home of her daughter's family. the silence between kigipigak, moonmother, and sun man had become dire.

today she would break it. closing a proverbial hand around the kernel of goodwill she genuinely desired to feel, kukutux filled a skin with the usual treats offered the young ones of moonglow and appeared along the path just as she heard kigipigak's voice sharp.

he sat tall and watchful. kukutux put down the things she had brought. "i greet you. i have brought things for your children."

be wise. her face was not warm, but it no longer held a cold touch, softening when she saw the little features of who she thought to be sisamat near the entryway.