Nova Peak the jungle slang

With the encouraging nudge to guide him, Pasha soon fell into step with his mother as they ventured out. He cast a long look back to the darkening mouth of their den, wondering if they would be joined. But it was swiftly left behind by his glance back, as he did not want to fall behind. Beneath the warmth of the sun and what was a typical summer day of the Wilds, he was already eagerly drawing in the sights. Some familiar, some not. Out here, the sky was limitless and hell, so was the land as far as he knew.

A bounce came into his step then and he picked up his own pace a little bit, this time peering upwards to his mother. "Mama," he said quietly and small. "Youse made of clouds!" She was white, the clouds were white, so... it made complete sense. His mother was made of the clouds. Right?