Ouroboros Spine song-maker

“anaa!”

He found her amongst the trees, and when he saw her, he ran to her and fell into the comfort she offered, though other men might push away.

“Mojag is hunting!” he turned his face to see her, his bright eyes resolute. “I wish to go hunting too!”

Despite the sternness on his face, his tail thumped softy, betraying his hope she would say yes and all his crocodile tears.