Ouroboros Spine Shampe

The concept of temperature didn't really mesh with Mojag's brain. He tilted his head back and forth as he listened to his father but that did not help. His life so far had been warm and bright and easy, which were not the same as what Inutsuk described.

He explained why anaa disliked the snow and Mojag could at least understand it had to do with her furs. The boy's furs were thin too, so he imagined he would be the same. Of course in time his body would change and perhaps he would learn for himself.

I has warm fur! Mojag announced, puffing out his chest and then stepping triumphantly forward, plunging his feet emphatically in the dirt.

He looked up to Inutsuk after. I wanna see snow! Tataa give snow!