Ouroboros Spine foxfire

they continued.

"only nanook has a name. if a hunter meets any bear in his journey, he says 'thank you for allowing me to pass, grandfather.' for nanook is very old, and a piece of his spirit is in every bear. it is respectful." a brief curve to her lips. kukutux enjoyed the telling of stories, but would not fill him with a thousand words in their recount.

she dropped low, suddenly, studying the shambling gait of a tall shadow upon the rise just beyond. the animal turned, and she saw the light glint upon its wicked tusk. her skin remembered how that edge could tear, and she motioned nuak away, in an arc that would lead them past the boar.

when they had regrouped, kukutux found another path. she wanted to see how many the boars numbered without provoking them, but kept a pale aud turned in the boy's direction.