Ouroboros Spine Hear your voices sing back louder

work. there was always work. 

hides had been stacked and now a fifth grew outside the ulaq. more were stretched upon dry branches, and still more skins were staked beside the lake, scraped each day by skilled teeth.

ipiktok had come back.

salaksartok had come back.

and now nasamiituuq had come back, called no doubt by the need of her mother's spirit. yuralia and nantahala had taken to this role.

ipiktok's kind, booming voice greeted the sister of his year. kukutux moved to his side with a welcoming embrace. "it is good to see your face, nasamiituuq."