Ouroboros Spine witness the birth of a gift

the clouds had continued to grow darker and thicker as the day dragged on, though thankfully shikoba would escape the darkening sky to enter her ulaq. in her maw would hang a rabbit, with fresh blood spilling from its neck where she holds it. shikoba has tried to be diligent about her exercise and to lose the mommy-pudge, and while she gets closer and closer, some still stubbornly cling to her stomach.

none the less, the growl in her stomach reasoned with her strong code of diet and exercise; the woman had earned this, she would tell herself at least. she would crawl into her bed of furs, of course not without booping her little @Mojag on the nose and turning to face the opening.

she would place the rabbit down for his inspection, should he desire. soon his milk teeth would be replaced with meat rippers, and he would no longer cling to her side but instead to the bodies that are offered to his mouth. and as she would watch over him, the sound of rainfall would catch her attention.

"mojag, look--" she would say, nudging him gently before peering out of the ulaq's mouth, "lluvia, rain." she wasn't quite sure if he had seen rain already, but it still at least excited shikoba. it was something rare in the desert, so rain always meant a good thing.