Ouroboros Spine atvaktaktuk

"i hope that it will be healing for asivaq."

she took a careful seat where she stood, unrolling the finely-made caribou skin and lying out the whorls of dried trout, the crackled skins of beavertail meat, elk fat, new berries.

the green eyes moved themselves to kigipigak once more. she took him in, this now-estranged kinsman of hers.

"will you eat with me, kigipigak?"

they must try. her heart burned to ask why he had not let sisamat from the den, and a dread settled. fighting the sensation, kukutux anticipated the reply of the solemn scarred man, aware that a great rift had opened in the unseen ice between them.