Ouroboros Spine nagligigaa

he did not speak.

kukutux slid into the deference of woman; she resided close as the silence grew thick and gravid. there were no words she could offer a wounded hunter, and she would not try. he would have company in the man iḷitqusiq. there was no shame that she was able to see.

slowly the duck straightened in the way of a wife brushing leaves from her lap. "i will bring you meat." she would wait to hear his voice if it came, and then she kept her body low and respectful of his bleeding spirit, as she moved from the ulaq into the waiting light out of doors.