Ouroboros Spine foxfire

This woman was strange. There were layers of strange, he had come to understand. Astara's strange (silence or teeth and no in between) was different from Averna's strange (she who speaks with spirits) and now, Kukutux. Her kindness could not be trusted but her talk of dreams was familiar, as was the creature of her question. Her strange was something he studied now.

What were the dancing lights? Spirits maybe. Ghosts of the mountains might be different from the lowlands. Boars were food; Nuak wondered if they held the same sort of bizarre fascination for Kukutux as bears did for Merrick.

Do you speak with them? He needed to know this. How far afield had he wandered if he now found himself in the company of a boar-queen instead of his bear-king?