Ouroboros Spine a familiar sense of grief

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when he asks about the game to hunt, shikoba can feel the air become electric with her son's excitement. which was good, moonglow would need more talented jaws like mojag's. however, his allergy to rabbit meat might become a difficult thing to work with, as his hunting could be limited with how much he can tolerate its meat and blood in his mouth.

"deer," she says to him softly when he asked about the antlered brother of the forest, "mojag will need to be bigger and have friends to help with that hunt." smaller game would be a perfect game for the duo. besides, shikoba would need to take some time to brush up on her tracking. keeping an eye on the herds would be an important thing for her as the first hunter. she would have to decide what to protect and what to cull.

"let's true squirrel, or if lucky, maybe bird." there were some ptarmigans that were fluttering around in the grassy areas of Moonglow, perhaps that'd have luck there if the squirrels were too swift on their feet today. "we go now?" she asks him, "or after naps?"