Ouroboros Spine Anukasha

A month had passed since his terrestrial debut. Early days of sleeping and feasting were replaced by the desire to be ambulatory, until his eyes opened and his ears unfurled; little Mojag had become a talkative fool, and now that his feet were firmly planted, he was pushing every boundary.

He was outside of the ulaq today, and it wasn't the first time Mojag had given @Shikoba the slip.

Anaa! Squawks the boy at the crack of dawn, squealing with preternatural delight as he takes off at a bumbling run; too big paws carrying him along the escarpment.

As haphazard as his path began, Mojag did not fall. He followed after a small yellow mote of dust as it buzzed along, and began imitating the sound of the bee's hum as he caught up to it.