Ouroboros Spine Black Squirrel

Mojag’s giggle was contagious, and Sialuk let her own laughing come freely. She felt in that moment a longing for children of her own. Those that the spear had promised to her. Children born upon the same mountain that had been her first home.

When the time was right, she would be a mother there with her own giggling children.

You like sitsik, hmm? He is quick in trees but slower in grass. One day, when you have grown, you will catch him.