Ouroboros Spine shadows on the snow

Popping in to work on Ipiktok’s trades~

The news of Moontide’s withering rocked the young hunter. For his whole life, the sister villages of Sunshine ways stood strong together. Now, much like this harsh winter, their power had been challenge… and small cracks turned into to fractures.

He busied his mind with work. Ipiktok cleared a path for game, trap-setting so their trail would be easier to hunt, but soon the ferocious squall forced him away. On his road home, the scent of a stranger was detected – laced into the whipping winds.

A dark figure lurked along their borders.

“Ho!” Ipiktok bellowed in a defensive, guard-like, way. He high-stepped through the drifts, too young and unwise to detect what peril could come from a situation like this.