Ouroboros Spine harvest moon

this is aniksaq ipiktok. grandmother says he is a man now.

there was confidence in his step. akmaaksi watched him move toward the great stone, following though she was only vaguely aware that she had been trailing the hunter.

her legs were wet from the lake; she had lost a pelt in the current, and it had sunk down, down, forever.

there was no song about that.