Ouroboros Spine Gotta wipe the dirt off of your hands

Something had not felt right.

Aching, nausea, dizziness. The want to never leave the warm furs of her ulaq. 

Nasamik had thought nothing of it the first day or so—but now it worsened. And she did not like it.

Seeking the first wolf that came to mind, the snowshoe girl trekked to the ulaq of @Kukutux. Once there, she peered within, sounding a small chuff to know if she could enter.