Ouroboros Spine renaissance

“Anânsiak!” he called out at the sight of his grandmother, matriarch of Moonglow.

He embraced Kukutux enthusiastically. Only with age did he realize how small she was in his grown arms. How thin. There were crowsfeet in the corners of her eyes he hadn’t noticed before.

Time had skipped while he’d been away

But her words made his chin tip with pride.

“It is good to be home.” He couldn’t wait to share stories over a dinner of fresh summer meat.

Ipiktok looked around. “Where is my mother?” he asked, wanting her to appraise his new face. Valiant, Nasamiituuq, and his other siblings were looked for as well.