Ouroboros Spine piviuttaktuk ⩸

Kigipigak had hoped to return soon. The longer he sat and he waited, the less and less he believed that. The ache of his bruised ribs would take days to lessen but it was the torn flesh that needed the most time; he could feel the heat radiating from the wounds beneath their poultice, throbbing, eating away at him.

He had nothing more to say. A thankful look traced along Kigipigak's features for a moment as his chin sank to the dirt again.

At least he could come away from this experience with a nice fur, he thought, humorlessly. That reminded him of the day he had encountered Sakhmet, and so he began to pine anew.