Ouroboros Spine ¤kalipqit

This time as he snuck away from his sisters, from his mother who was too busy minding Akmaaksi's high energy and Nutuyiruk's growing attitude, he climbed. There were many paths up the spine; many scents, most of which were adults that were familiar to him.

A voice within the wind calls, No, little brother.

But he did not want to listen. He wanted to stand tall and proud upon the cliffs, if possible. He wanted to see what the grown-ups did when they went away from the ulax. The higher he went, the less and less the boy could find of any wolf scent — except one.

A man's scent. (@Cen)

Tautukpik moseyed, his legs sore and his energy sapped by the time he reached a point in the ridge where he could spy, and he saw this man hunched and hobbled.