Ouroboros Spine strigidae

Ariadne had come back and he arched a fine brow to hear it, but didn’t comment more than a soft hum. He plucked the pouch from its place upon the ground, resting it carefully between his neck and shoulder blades to free his mouth.

I had to trade with several others to gather all the things I needed. What really made the deal was a red feather, from somewhere unknown. I do not believe the other trader had ever seen such a feather, on top of everything else. And that was just the skin! He chortled a low laugh.

For the bag, I had to trade six shining stones, pulled up from a riverbed and polished until they glowed. I also gave the skins of ermines I had caught myself, with aid from Ataninnuaqï He used his nose to point at the owl, following their steps with an uncaring circle overhead.