Ouroboros Spine ᐊ avvik

meltwater whispered through the stones. scents from her ulax curled thin into the pale sky.

ippiksaut worked the caribou hide in steady rhythm, each scrape a soft prayer. one blue eye, one gold, she watched the fibers tighten beneath her claws.

the lake glimmered beyond the ridge; moonglow’s laughter carried faintly on the wind.

taqqiq, she murmured, low as breath. see that i remain useful.

then only the sound of sinew and wind — the language she trusted most.