Ouroboros Spine Tunitjuat

The boy became enamored by the thrumming of the white wolf's voice. His eyes went wide, his mouth dropping open as he began to mimic what he had felt; he still could not hear well exactly, but that wouldn't stop him.

Kukutux made sounds that were familiar in tone to the way his mother and father spoke. Mojag did not understand the sounds at all, but his babbling began anew with trills and lip smacking.

He pat the ground with awkward steps, bumbling in to the woman's legs, over one foot, where he face-planted happily and lay sprawled on his belly. She smelled sweet like Shikoba - like milk - and he thought that meant it was lunch time.