Ouroboros Spine strigidae

He laughed with the laugh of a man when his mother appeared, throwing a leg around her shoulder in a gruff hug he’d learned at the side of the caribou hunters.

It is good to see you well, anaa! Kassuq backed away to look her over, a gleam in his eye that didn’t reach his tail, for all he could move it. It was mostly scraggly bits of fur and muscle, barely a stub at his back.

As ready as I suspect I will ever be. The camp on the red sand, he had seen it from a great distance while escorting Salaksartok. Pensive, his face pinched, before he gave a big, wide smile.

Here, look, look! I traded for these, for you! He nudged the stomach, letting pieces of shaped quartz, sea stones, and the preserved scales of fish spill out.