Ouroboros Spine Anukasha

"Very good!" Lótë complimented the dusky cub with a soft laugh of birdsong, though she couldn't quite be sure whether he understood or was just copying her words -- Lótë would have bet bones on the latter. Even so, Mojag was trying and that should always be praised. 

The mother remained still, though panic bubbled up in her chest as the child dived for her face -- worried about the many sensitive orifices he might injure there. But soon enough, little Mojag slipped off and Lótë giggled with him. She raised her head a bit then, gnawing at him in small, exaggerated movements that were exceedingly gentle -- for she was much bigger than he and she didn't want to harm the curious boy as she played with him. 

After a moment, her muzzle sought to dip under his pudgy belly and jiggle him a little bit. Not enough to hurt or startle him but enough to tickle perhaps, and enough to make him laugh hopefully.