Ouroboros Spine verses

The cloudberry dropped the herbs off with her sister and offered a similarly murmured explanation before leading her anngak to the den she shared with her yearlings (those whom had not already departed from the Spine). Occasionally, pallid emeralds flickered down to the sunray-streaked child with a warm smile, humming a soft tune to accompany the words of her melody. 

Once they'd reached the mother's angiggak, Lótë retrieved a fractured raccoon skull she often stored paint in -- somewhat like a natural bowl. At the moment, it held a bright hue of red dye from a paste of ground currants (and undoubtedly a hint of saliva). Aiwëndil sat the bowl by Callyope's feet before naming the colorful ochre, "Minguagutik. Paint." 

Dipping a paw in the bowl, Lótë turned and pressed the pads of her digits and 'palm' to a free space of the stone walls -- amidst the slightly faded markings from the year before. She turned her gaze back to Callyope with an encouraging smile, waiting to see how the nestling would react. If the texture and sticky sensation did not bother her, perhaps her stepdaughter would be interested in expirmenting with other colors.