Ouroboros Spine a familiar sense of grief

He did not want to spill the secrets between himself and Callyope, and felt himself grow guarded the more his mother pressed. Perhaps it would have been better to speak of her as a playmate or to come up with some wild story of their games together, but Mojag was not yet that quick with his thoughts. He could come up with songs swiftly, or recite stories which had been shown to him by Kukutux, or even Samani; but he could not lie with ease, which itself was a testament to his love for his mother.

The decision about their hunt was left up to Mojag, too. This was enough to sway his mind off the topic of the girl; he was enthralled by the idea of leading a hunt, and proving himself! Although his face felt very warm even after the conversation flowed away from his friend, which was a strange sensation.

We wills ee what animals are out today.

Really?

His mouth was an incredulous oh, and then it split in to a giant smile. Can we chase squirrels? No, rabbits! Wait — the big things, the tall ones with the --- the branches on their head? He couldn't remember the word for deer in his haste.