Ouroboros Spine nagligigaa

when kukutux returned, it was not with dried meat, but fresh fat and berries. she set them down in his sleeping-place, disappeared once more, and returned with a carefully chewed paste of birchmark. "eat it for pain," the duck said softly, not expecting an answer from the heavily silent man, nor truly wanting one.

"fat, first," her only instruction. kukutux meant to go into the light again; in her mind a list of tasks. she bent closer to him, touching the roundness of his shoulder if the hunter allowed, waiting with him there until he had found his strength once more.

she wet her lips. "kiggavik." a small wan smile. "it is good to see your face again, even if it is in this way."