Ouroboros Spine Isumatuq

Ippiksaut’s eyes softened at the pup’s plea, though her posture stayed steady. Very well, she murmured. One story.
Her gaze drifted, as if seeing the memory. There was a boy from the far ice who wished to marry a girl of our village. To prove his devotion, he hunted ten otters through the storms. When he returned, his fur was heavy with ice, and he laid each skin at her paws. She laughed and said he was foolish… and then she chose him.
A small hum left her throat, almost like a laugh. Their ulax was always loud with children and song.
Her eyes returned to Ahna. That is enough for today.