Ouroboros Spine atvaktaktuk

moonmother said nothing more. her gaze held upon the tartok-man for a long moment which stretched until it thinned and became a wan smile.

he needed to have the final word, this man who recognized her power and sought to assert the waning influence of his own stature.

pride.

pity shimmered openly in her gaze, almost genuine. he too had lost a son. three sons. and a wife.

why did you not come back?

to build, you must work. kigipigak worked but could not build. 

kukutux turned away and walked steadily down the path which led away from their dwelling.