Ouroboros Spine cryptic bones and ancient feathers

she looked at the scarring upon shikoba. they were already sisters in a way, she thought with a grim sort of amusement: marked ones. "yes," she said softly, leading them up the gentle slope that gave way to the ulax. "a man who has the name of kigipigak heals there," kukutux indicated with a gesture toward the darkened mouth of a small den. "a man who has the name of iḷitqusiq heals there," and another.

"this is my sleeping place," she told the warrior-wolf, showing the small clearing, the rock overhang where strips of fish and herbs sat, waiting for sunlight. "you have my welcome to stay in this place. or to make the finding of your own." kukutux chose then to sit at the mouth of her own ulaq, gesturing shikoba close if the other so chose.