Ouroboros Spine a single seraphim amongst the beast

backdated for jan for @T.K. if you have time!

she heard the rumbles of a dog coming into the village, and shikoba does her best to hide her slight disdain. it is not a secret that the woman has a liking for her own kind, perhaps in an ungrateful way. coyotes were thieves in her mind, and what of dogs or the wolves who stooped to breed with such? the dogs she had seen occupied the land she once called home, in the settlements that towered over her and held terrifying scents and sounds. she did not want a reminder of her past here.

perhaps it was done in poor taste to have such thoughts. despite her own personal discrepancies, her title and role as a leader meant shrouding those welcomed into the fold with protection. if moon woman saw worth in this spindly creature, then shikoba would not come to argue. besides, the dog had seemingly come in rough shape, and it was wrong to take advantage of that. so the native would swallow her own thoughts and act in the name of politeness.

she comes to the mouth of the ulaq where she believes the dog is resting. in her mouth is a snowy ptarmigan, freshly caught and ready to offer. while she could have been lazy and dragged something stiff from the caches, she knew that stale blood did not have the same taste as fresh. the woman comes to offer a low chuff to see if she might be welcome to come in.