Ouroboros Spine breathe into you

His story began with a dream. 

Within it, three small figures were settled in a circle, with a plinth of stone at the center. There was nothing upon the surface of the stone except a slight graduation in color where something had chipped it. 

There he was: formidable and swarthy, with white-toed paws crossed in an elegant manner, his coat composed of wisps. The others were far less detailed - there was less context for them, only the sensation of holding communion with them. A pair; smaller than himself he thought, the way an island feels small when you see it from a distance. He has been sitting in wait for an eternity, hoping that they speak, that they share their secrets with him; but when he finally opens his own mouth to demand something - of which he is uncertain to its specificity - he is gasping for breath.

Now, beside him, as the dream breaks - the two figures tucked against the earth, with him between. They are warmed for a scant amount of time, but as soon as the trio have exited the womb they begin to cool, to chill. He feels it; they don't. His questions evaporate with the warmth, and little Mojag slips in to oblivion as his life begins. 

His hunger draws him towards Shikoba's belly and he chews at her damp fur, suckling on clumps of it before finding a teat. Not long after, he is squalling rather than drinking; an uproar pulled from the depths of his soul.