Ouroboros Spine Taqriaqsuit

she was blessed with a quiet spirit it seemed as the boy spent most of his time sleeping against the warmth of her belly. shikoba adored every little detail of her son and hoped that he would grow to be big and strong like his father.

surprisingly enough, the woman has been sleeping better after giving birth. her nightmares have become less frequent and less intense. as of this past week, she had only woken up a few times during the week. perhaps there is something tied to the little boy that brings about a great sense of peace to shikoba. either way, she could not complain.

the sound of something catches her attention, shikoba turns to see that -- oh dear -- the boy was heading for the outside world! while the woman would normally commend her child for such a quick act of swiftness and bravery, she instead comes to nudge him with her nose and redirect him towards the furs that lay against the floor of the ulaq.

"not yet, mojag. not yet." a soft and reassuring voice to him with a tender lick against his face. she wonders if mojag would end up being the child who had to be kept on a leash all the time for trying to run away or escape.