Ouroboros Spine atvaktaktuk

kigipigak separated himself from the sunshine people with a single word.

but he would not make this choice for her grandchildren. 

"and who are your people, kigipigak?"

softly voiced, glancing down as she asked in a tone that did not grow in volume. the elk fat glistened in the sunlight.

the verdant eyes returned to the man. kukutux hoped he would allow his pride to speak again, as it made him plainer. more direct. and so the dying tree between them was slowly cut down to its root.