Ouroboros Spine breathe into you

there were many feelings that swirled within the body of the first hunter. she could feel pride swell within her chest over creating the most perfect little boy; though the feeling of sadness washed away some of the joy she felt. she does not drown in her feelings, for löté has arrived with an offer the woman cannot refuse. she nods to the woman softly and leans into her for a moment. lóté has been a friend for many moons now, shikoba trusted the woman to take care of the little ones that were lost.

"let inutsuk see, then take them."

other voices and scents become more apparent and the woman must fight every instinct in herself to not chase away those who offer their help. every fiber in her body tells her to protect the one child that survives, breathes, and nurses. and yet it is her consciousness that tells her that Moonglow arrives to help her, not take away the little boy whom she already adores so much.

inutsuk appears, and as he draws near to see what she has created, what they both have made, the woman is flooded with tears as she sobs into her husband. oh, how she wanted to apologize for only giving him one son and nothing else, how she wanted to apologize for shaming him with dead bodies rather than ones full of life.

"one--" she gasps out to him, "a boy, Mojag."

at last, he was named. the atmosphere is heavy with grief, yet there is a lightness to it as the boy nurses. moonglow grows by one.