Ouroboros Spine it'll eat away at your knees until you are left with nothing

so the firsthunter is still unfit to lead it seems. but shikoba bears no ill-feelings towards andraste, she knows that his time away from his wife and children has left his spirit weary and his body sore. it makes sense that now only the native is the wolf who must fill in the position, as the bitter grass knife wouldn't be willing, perhaps nor any of the other women and men in the circle.

perhaps it is fate, perhaps it is luck, perhaps it is destiny. either way, shikoba will answer the call to duty once again. a solemn nod to kukutux, she understands what must be done.

"when? how does shikoba mark but not harm brother's spirit?" thankfully, her memory serves her well despite her older age. ostrega blood, wherever it flows in nuak's body, must not be spilled. shikoba wishes to find the most honorable way to let this event happen.