Ouroboros Spine Shampe

The demand of the child had been far too absurd. Again, Inutsuk would forget Mojag's age and turn to scorn him. But when looking upon his son, he remembered with a sigh.

Shaking his head, the tawny man shuffled his feet against the ground. I cannot bring snow. And it is not yet winter. Winter has passed. Until the season comes again, there will be no snow. You must be patient. It will come again, and then you can see it for yourself.

Would this be enough to satisfy the boy? He could only hope; for if not, a simpler reason would need be stated to make him understand why snow could not come.