Ouroboros Spine Tunitjuat

Usually it was his father that visited with meat, and Mojag had never expressed interest in the tributes that were left for Shikoba. This time, equipped now with new eyes, the boy saw something pale and shimmering come to the doorway.

He trundled over. At first Mojag squinted at the pale shape and the light that diffused through Kukutux' pelt - shifting, golden, gossamer - and then he noticed the meat.

His milk teeth had begun to grow in a day or two ago, and he reached with his mouth for what was brought. Halfway through the motion he stopped, gaping, and turned his head as if he had heard a sound. Mojag was alert to it. There was nothing there beside him, not that Kukutux would see, and it held his fixation for a minute.

As he began his usual babbling he turned back to the meat and the woman looming near it, unperturbed.