Ouroboros Spine Tunitjuat

Set for the morning of the 19th. Open to any visitors that @Inutsuk or @Shikoba would allow.

The little one was never far from Shikoba, and rarely did he sleep. Even though it was a struggle for him to stay up on his feet, he tried and tried and tried, and when he fell he would kick and try again. Always moving, always making noises. It was as if he spoke to someone present, even when his mother took time to herself outside the ulaq, and his babbling could be heard by anyone passing by.

Today was no different. Mojag was as talkative as ever, yammering away with incongruent noises that could not have been any real language. His eyes had begun to open when the dawn had not yet broken; by the time the sun dominated the sky and the village began to truly awaken, Mojag wore a blurry blue squint.