Ouroboros Spine Shampe

He'd been away most days, finding more solace and comfort busying himself, rather being cooped up in the ulaq he shared with his family. He loved them dearly, let there be no doubt; but, everyone needed their space, even from loved ones.

After a short morning run (in addition to a few, quick pauses to mark the borders), Inutsuk returned to ulax. There, sitting before the entrance happened to be his son, Mojag.

Son. He greeted, ears perked in adoration. 

It felt as though every time he saw his son he had grown twice as large since the last. Time passed quickly.

Skygazing? The tawny man questioned, drawing near to settle beside Mojag.