Ouroboros Spine Sungiuk

The cotton grass man had not done well to pay attention to his surroundings. So lost in his excursion through the moon village, he did not notice the young woman until her voice sounded against the air.

Kannoyak fumbled his footing. He stumbled before finding himself. The hunter lifted his head and pinned his plum gaze on the woman who spoke. She seemed to be apologizing, having been mindlessly moving forward on her path. The man could not hold this against her. She spoke in the northern tongue of the moon wolves. Though it was not entirely like his own, he understood well enough.

Do not fret, the white hunter assured her. Do you live here, in the moon village?