Ouroboros Spine ugguanik ⏞⏟

Again, Sialuk spoke to none, though she cast them glances when she saw them. Her eyes were sorrowful, thinking of the loss she was singing for each night. She ate enough to sustain herself, but no more. Her heart ached, her throat ached, she felt the loss within her spirit.

She returned to the mourning place once more, pressing herself briefly to anaa before they began the song.

Do you hear it? Caribou running. Do you hear the sound of their hooves? They are calling you home. Hunt us in the world of the spirits, they say. Go to them. Go where the caribou lead. We call them to the dancing lights for you, beloved spirit.

Anaa spoke of what might come. Of those who may take the place of their loved ones. Sialuk hoped she did not see them outside of memories held close. She did not wish to see these imposters.

Again, they sang.