Ouroboros Spine Tunitjuat

He drank freely from the woman, not aware of his relation to her (or lack thereof), only that she was providing something essential. Her milk was sweet and rich, fattening him up after a few swallows, and when he stopped his feasting he let out a gasp, as a man might after downing a pint of beer.

With his belly now made round, Mojag was not so interested in the pale woman's teats or even the door to the outside world, and promptly pancaked against the ulaq floor for a nap.

Within minutes he was dozing directly under Kukutux, which might've been awkward - and moreso, because a silent string of flatulence slid from him with a noxious efficacy.