Ouroboros Spine Black Squirrel

@Sialuk

By midday Mojag was far from the ulax. He had clambered down the hill without injury befalling himself, and now sat with his bum planted in the dirt while he stared upward at some trees.

He was watching the spread palm of a branch whose leaves trembled with the wind, intrigued as much by the movement as he was by the luminous quality of the leaves themselves - thin and colorized by the sun that practically fluoresced through them.

There came a sound from within the trees; he did not recognize it as anything but noise, as it was shrill and rasping, with a climbing volume. Mojag tilted his head one way and then another while trying to understand what was happening - but only one of his ears had unfurled fully at this point, and he could not make sense of it.