Ouroboros Spine strigidae

It is the rising shriek of the owl that again guides Kassuq home.

A glistening caribou pelt is slung across his shoulders, his hard won trophy in a deal that he had taken three days to negotiate for. It is soft, thick and warm, and he swelters beneath it but he doesn’t take it off.

In his mouth is a carrying-pouch made of toughened caribou stomach, carrying an assortment of goodies and small trinkets, baubles he hopes to give to his mother, and the one she summoned him for.

Ataninnuaqï accepted the toss of a piece of meat up to them as Kassuq hovered at the border, licking his lips for a few moments to get the taste of stomach from his maw, before he raises his voice high for @Kukutux .