Ouroboros Spine ᐊ naluna

Ippiksaut lowered her head, ears turned in respect.
Her grey muzzle lifted slightly, eyes tracing the curve of the whale-wolf’s great frame. I did not live among the seal hunters, though their ways are not far from my own. I was raised in a village where men went onto the ice and women learned the work of healing and skins. We built our ulax close, for the darkness pressed hard on us, and we relied on one another to survive it. She paused, a faint sigh leaving her. I carry these teachings still.
She settled then, a mirror of his choice to sit, a quiet acceptance of his welcome. It grieves me to hear of your Moonwoman and Sunman, Ippiksaut said softly. When such spirits pass, the land feels their absence. But I believe the quiet does not mean the end. Villages may fall silent, yet if even one fire remains, others can gather to it again.
Her ears tipped toward him, a simple statement following: If Moonglow welcomes me, then I will stand for its leader as my mother once stood for her own.