Ouroboros Spine Isumatuq

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The grey-coated woman lifted her head at the bright call. From the doorway of an ulaq, a young one had come— the scent told her quickly this must be the daughter of Sǫ'agnak.
Ippiksaut lowered her gaze as was proper, dipping her muzzle toward the earth before raising it again to the pup. Child of your mother’s house, she greeted, voice calm and steady. You honor me with your greeting.
Her ears turned forward, a soft breath rising from her chest. I am Ippiksaut. May I know your name, little one?