Ouroboros Spine first blood

On his way, a familiar scent drew through his breath. Shikoba had passed here. 

It was not yet a faint scent, so it was left traceable. Being one experienced in such a trade, he was able to follow effortlessly until upon the woman's ulaq.

The ulaq was far more decorated than his own. A pungent scent came from within, though he could not detect its origin. 

As the scarred warrior emerged, Inutsuk blinked, slightly unsure as to how to begin. Shoving away the concern, he returned a greeting in the form of a nod and hollow chuff.

To settle is one way of describing it. I have recently met Kukutux. It was then she gave me my new name of Moonglow language: Inutsuk. He would not act too proud now. A wrong impression would steer his desired outcome far from its path.

She has said that I must hunt by first blood under this title so that the spirits may accept it. You know far more of these lands than I and have more experience with the hunt. I had thought perhaps we could hunt together.

Head tilting a bit, Inutsuk awaited her response to this request. Naturally, he would refuse to admit he was anxious, but deep down, the truth told that he was anxious indeed.