Ouroboros Spine naluruk

Picking one of a trio of caches set along the same elevation, Kigipigak stands over one such patch and thinks of the best way to excavate without too much disturbance of the others; he stands like an a-frame over his chosen cache and is about to dig when a woof draws his attention.

I greet you. It isn't his usual blustering welcome Kigipigak used to erupt with, but he hasn't entirely been himself since... Sakhmet.

He isn't bothered by the approach of the sun man, just a little surprised that he would be out roaming rather than visiting with his children, or perhaps training with them. Kigipigak doesn't remember when his own training started — ah, but he had also forgotten, Aiolos was not of the north. His ways were different from Kukutux' and Kigipigak's own.

A bow of his head welcomes the alpha, as well as the low sweep of his tail, friendly in nature. Would you like to share a meal? I was about to grab something small. Or if you are up for it, we could track something fresh? Perhaps he was trying to hard to be of use; a meal could be shared while a pelt could be gifted, all to learn a little more about the man who Kukutux favors.