Ouroboros Spine Anukasha

Lótë had always been an early riser, for she liked to greet brother sun as he began his path across the sky. At the moment, she was sitting just outside the ulaq she shared with her growing children -- grateful for the reprieve from the nausea that had begun to rise in her throat each morning as the mother completed this ritual. Before @Sialuk's morning howl could even break the silence, a different cry greeted the day -- the playful screech of a young child. The doe's eyes opened as she struggled not to burst into laughter and risk waking those still asleep -- though Mojag had likely already seen to that.

Rising to her feet, the herd-stalker abandoned her sunbathing and trotted in the direction of Mojag's voice -- thinking to keep an eye on him until Shikoba inevitably caught up to the rambunctious boy. 

When she came upon him, Sivullik's son was bumbling after a honeybee. "Hello," the dove managed through her bemused chuckles as she fell in beside the pup, watching his antics with clear mirth.