Ouroboros Spine a familiar sense of grief

An excited tone overcomes his voice as Mojag tells his great adventures to his mother. Shikoba wonders to herself if she ought to spend more time with him or allow him to keep his independence. Despite the secret allergy, her son has kept himself alive and well. She best not hang too tightly onto him, or else he may grow tired of her rigidity. As long as he is happy to call her anaa and come back to her ulaq to sleep, then that is enough for her. 

As Shikoba listens to Mojag spin his tale of adventure, the pale man in the story ensnares her attention. "Kigipigak is his name," she tells him with a smile, "he hunted foxes with anaa, I am glad Mojag met Kigipigak." With the backbone having a brood of his own, Shikoba wonders if Mojag would think about what he misses. But as long as his innocence is presented to her honestly, she will put these fears to rest.

"Yes, when older the boys hunt together." Now Shikoba brings her nose close to the face of her son and playfully blows a bit of air at him through her nose. "But for now, Mojag can hunt with Anaa, if he chooses." An invitation for adventure, and to move away from the stormcloud that lingers in Shikoba's head.