Ouroboros Spine two moons

she considered this, lips quirking at his joke. he warmed quickly to her stories, in the way that she meant to give others when she told them. 

"you are like rain father in the truth that we do not know where he will make a storm." she studied the man. "and you will not always have this," she added, gesturing to his leg. "you are not yet whole, iḷitqusiq. your mind is like the sharp grass. you listen to the words inside a story. wait until you are well, and then you will see the things that i do."

but it was not an answer, not truly. "the leader of the village that my father traveled from, he was a man who had been hurt by aivik." pausing, for she did not know the common word. "aiviq live in the black water that holds much cold. they have two long teeth that reach to the ground." a terrifying sight, but the fat of them could sustain wolves through the long dark on only a few bites.

"his leg was not well. but his village was strong. and he had two wives."

she grinned.