Ouroboros Spine without a compass

the girl was hospitable. the ulaq was a large densite built from the rock of the mountain behind, and square-topped with a flat ledge of slate. always meat was laid here in strips to dry, and today was no exception. "i am kukutux."

stacks of hides in various stages of preparation were neatly arranged around the small clearing. new skins still glistening with fat and blood lay stretched upon branches nearby.

the clearing was wide and half-circular, of dirt now, all the grass having been worn away over the years. 

kukutux took a strip of birchbark and filled it with lengths of dried salmon, caribou fat, and crushed rosehips.

this she pushed toward racharra. quietly she settled across from the girl, pulling the deep pile of a stagpelt across her haunches. 

"among the sunshine people, marriage is often the first way we are bonded to one another. however, i have the knowing that akashingo village wants trade first. is this right?"