Ouroboros Spine ᐊ naluna

In the nimble woman's jaw was held a marmot as she approached the borders of what looked to be a carved out spine. A shrill smile bloomed to her face. Anaa would love it here, wouldn't she? Ippiksaut, too.
She approached steadily. Different herbs were in tow, as well. She would not come empty handed.
For every tree she passed, she left her scent to follow. She was not trying to hide, but she did not want to make a blatant intrusion. She stood just on the outskirts of the border before she let out a soft howl.

looking to join! @Arrluk @Ajei @Rodyn

Arrluk tread the borders as his father before him. Trails which he had walked from the time he was old enough to do so. 

He followed a scent now, of a woman who made herself known along their claim and in due time a call is rang out for those who took lead here within the arc of low mountains. 

Welcome to the village Moonglow. The waterman spoke as he drew nearer to the woman he now spotted in the distance of the sparse forestry. I am Arrluk, Tóangun of our village. Titles she might not understand, but may in time, if she had reason to stay.

She stopped in her tracks when the male approached. Dappled in silver, almost navy hues, she let her eyes run across the plain of his body. Unabashedly, she was impressed. A aulatti she thought, and then he spoke!
Her interpretation of the common tongue was not as sharp as it could have been, but she understood well enough. Moonglow. That is where she has found herself? A legendary village! A small gasp eluded her breath in response.
Waterman, she breathed in her own tongue. Would he understand this? He must, given that it was his honorific. Her head crest into a bow.
I am Ippiksaut, Ts’alia. She raised her head to meet his eyes. I am in search of other villages. I hope you would have me— my mother trained me in pelt curing, ceremonies, and seal hunting.

She speaks! And it was with a tongue similiar to those of his own. His mother, more specifically, yet the Seal Hunters, Walrus Hunters, he felt the sound of their own dialect was similiar. Of course, these were of people from far places. Places where his mother had come, of island and sea.

Yes, His smile is deep, acknowledging her knowing of his language and even still, as an extention of his people. Moonglow welcomes you, firelight woman. Did you live among the seal hunters? His ears perked with this curiosity. 

The whale-wolf would sit then, a showing of his wanting to speak and get to know the woman before him. I admit, these wilds have grown very quiet. A number of moon villages have become only one. I fear that with the passing of the villages wise Moonwoman and Sunman, much of life all elsewhere died with them. Yet little he knew, it wasnt just between the villages, but everywhere. Had Moonwoman's life essence been so very powerful?

Ippiksaut lowered her head, ears turned in respect.
Her grey muzzle lifted slightly, eyes tracing the curve of the whale-wolf’s great frame. I did not live among the seal hunters, though their ways are not far from my own. I was raised in a village where men went onto the ice and women learned the work of healing and skins. We built our ulax close, for the darkness pressed hard on us, and we relied on one another to survive it. She paused, a faint sigh leaving her. I carry these teachings still.
She settled then, a mirror of his choice to sit, a quiet acceptance of his welcome. It grieves me to hear of your Moonwoman and Sunman, Ippiksaut said softly. When such spirits pass, the land feels their absence. But I believe the quiet does not mean the end. Villages may fall silent, yet if even one fire remains, others can gather to it again.
Her ears tipped toward him, a simple statement following: If Moonglow welcomes me, then I will stand for its leader as my mother once stood for her own.

Arrluk's ears swept back and for a moment his eyes even would close as firelight woman spoke of her people. Your home, He piped in when she finished speaking of her birth village. It makes me think of my mother's natal island of the Sunshine people. They were Sunshine people - or what was left of them.

It would be good to have her here. An older woman with culture similar to their own. To help @Ajei with preparing skins of deer hunted by First Hunter and those who aided him. To teach others of healing, of song. His daughters were striped of their teachings of their grandparents. Ippiksaut was far younger yet perhaps, even still...

Both @Valiant and Angel Oak had come to the end of their journey, returning home to the village. Now this one came. More life had come to breath into Moonglow, yet it was still hard calling it home without the songs of his mother while preparing pelts and the watchful eye on Sunman posted atop the grandfather stone. 

Thank you, Ippiksaut. His head lowers, near to align with the front of his chest, in respect to a woman his elder. The villages here were matriarchal by nature. Quite opposite of the Siqniq island long destroyed. A thing likely fueled by Kukutux choosing of man. Aiolos was from an island of woman in full control. He had raised Kukutux up in this way. Moonglow would love to welcome you and your teachings. 

Then, he lifts again, shaking out his coat and takes a few steps forward, inviting. Come. I will show you to our healing dens and ulaq of Moonwoman. Still named as such, despite the obvious. My wife is Ajei, Sǫ'agnak here and our daughters, Ahna and Chinook.

Ippiksaut dipped her head, a gesture of respect to his words. You honor me, Arrluk, she said, her voice even, carrying the weight of tradition. Thank you for this welcome. I will give what I know to Moonglow, as it has been given to me.
She rose then, steady on her paws, and inclined her muzzle toward him in quiet agreement. Show me, and I will learn the way of your village.

feel free to title and rank <3 !