Ouroboros Spine witness the birth of a gift

mojag bears all the playfulness in the world, something all little children his age should embody. shikoba looks toward him with a big smile, wondering if this would forever be a key memory in his mind as it would be in hers.

when he remarks on the silly feeling of the water against his body, shikoba merely smiles at him. "mojag can shake to get rid of water too." and now, the woman gives herself a good shake, as raindrops go flying from her body to land all around her. thankfully, because it is not a heavy rainstorm so the drops are microscopic. had it been heavier, mojag would have been hit by another fierce wave of water. 

"rain is cold, mojag must not stay out too long or will get sick." while his pelt ought to keep him warm, shikoba understands that immunity from things often does not grow without exposure and years of life, perhaps even months. she'd rather not risk a runny nose or a cough from her son. so with that, she soon draws back to enter the mouth of her ulaq once again, hoping her little warrior will follow.