Ouroboros Spine atvaktaktuk

he spoke also of them.

"your people are tartok."

the land upon which kigipigak sat was her land. the ulaq in which her grandchildren had been guarded was her ulaq.

sunshine land.

softly moonmother folded the skin lovingly over the rest of the meat offerings. 

she stood, stepping back with a gentle unfurling of her tail, not in banner-wave but in a soft acknowledgement of this thing that he had put between them. "yes. they must rest." her eyes had not left him. "i will return in the morning when they are awake. they may come with me to the lake. i will teach them the skin-curing songs."

now kigipigak determined if kukutux would move off now, and only in the face of his silence would she do so.