Ouroboros Spine killed by death

This Zane was a man of many words, though Sialuk did not find that they grated her the same way the black fur did. Each of Zane’s words were happy, cheerful, not filled with some plan or scheme. The raindrop smiled at his compliment, wondering why Raimo did not speak this way. Perhaps he was not skilled in such ways. He was a good hunter, Sialuk did not deny that.

I mean to test the ground for a new ulaq—a den, some call it, she said, eyes wandering to the landscape around them. Is this something you have knowledge of?