Ouroboros Spine adakite

It took some cajoling before Akmaaksi relented, but even as they tugged at the thing from either-end Tautukpik could see how disinterested she was. He played a bit, because he had asked for it and because it was good for them both; but he did not go too far or for too long, and eventually let the long body of the dead thing drop again.

She was focused on the ulaq. He turned to look at the face of it, at that yawning mouth, as he passed his tongue over his bloodied lips. No sign of another target—no sign of anyone, really. That was their normal lately.

With a chuff he lunged for Akmaaksi again. This time to grapple at her cheek the way a baby brother might, although they had already both reached their adult size. He tugged at tufts of her fur and murmured playful sounds until he was too disheartened to continue. Maybe they could find something else to hunt, if that was what made sister happy.