Ouroboros Spine ulikupâk ⩷

Mojag fell quiet as Kukutux told the story.

He had many questions, and his eyes shined each time they came to his mind, or his jaw tensed, or he licked his lips and wriggled in place; but he knew to be polite he had to sit still, a feat that Mojag struggled with often.

The boy wanted to ask for the name of the hunter; then the name of the water, if it was nearby, or where it was - if this was firemother then the water must be close!

Why was she jealous? He finally blurted, and then buttoned up with a sheepish look; if he only waited, he could hear the whole story! But waiting took too long!