Ouroboros Spine gently nudging your soul

Lótë watched the interaction with a hint of a smile dancing on her lips, their conversation forgotten for the moment. Seeing Shikoba's hesitance, she nodded and offered an encouraging smile. 

The entirety of the village had helped rear and feed her brood, she could offer no complaints for what they taught her children -- even if she had wanted to. Within good reason, of course. 

"The good stuff is under all the feathers and skin," she quipped softly to the pale child, moving a step closer though she did not move to pluck the feathers. She did not wish to crowd the Sivullik as they shared a moment together. "Feathers and furs and skins can be kept, turned into soft things to line one's sleeping place."

"You need not worry, my friend," she murmured after a moment, for Shikoba's ears alone. She smiled gently. "I would trust you with their lives. I do not mind that you have grown close to the cubs, I'm happy they have you looking out for them."