Ouroboros Spine ukijijuk ⏧

kukutux had fallen into a deep contemplation. she had meant to rouse herself from it and seek out scapulas to test and to chew, but instead it was the polite sound of the cloudberry woman upon her hearth. "najâtsuk," she purled out, and she gained ground, standing before the painter with the weight of her injury at last lifted.

"i was going to the water to search for stones at the side," moonwoman invited in the quiet old way. it was assumed that women went to perform their tasks together, and so those inside their circle made a point to ask, rather than to demand. "they must be small enough to carry, but large enough to ah," a quick gesture meaning how the jaw might be drawn down by the breadth of the rock.

"we bring four, here. they are to hold hides so that they are still while the blood and the skin is torn away." her companion was gentle and heard the words of kukutux. and so the duck had come to find a trust, her words arriving more easily.