Ouroboros Spine a familiar sense of grief

"naps then," she says to her little hunter with the press of her tongue against his cheeks, "hunters need sleep." well, perhaps this wasn't always the case as shikoba's insomnia was often a plague to her. though, she had to admit, having mojag beside her did give her a little bit of peace at night. normally inutsuk filled that role.

the woman would stand and stretch before entering the ulaq behind them, settling into the pile of furs that she skinned or were gifted to her. mojag would be free to choose his sleeping place, whether it was against his mother or perhaps a little bit aways.

either way, she was just happy he would come home at night to stay with her. she couldn't imagine losing him too. so when he would draw in, shikoba would smile and tell herself quietly that being a mother isn't so bad, even if it means being by herself.

mojag was always going to be enough to fill her heart.