Ouroboros Spine nuvakliak

am sorry im forcing a mother-son thread here lol

mojag had every right to feel a bit out of place, considering how long it felt like he was away from his birthplace. shikoba did not want to smother the boy and make him regret coming back with his father. that trip surely must have been stressful enough for her son, as he most likely does not see inutsuk as much as a father figure. and shikoba wished this was not so. she wished that she had provided him with the perfect upbringing, the family he could always rely on and talk to. yet, what had this mother been able to offer him? perhaps not even a fraction of what she wanted to, at least in her mind.

she knew better than to baby him at his age, however, she could not stop herself from wanting to keep him close after the many moons he spent away from her, away from the spine. the powdery snow did little to stop her path as she continued to remark the borders rather dutifully. though, the scent of mojag would infiltrate her nose, and the mother would take a break.

shikoba would see him eventually, his dark plumage coming into view. and the mother would chuff to him in greeting, hoping that she would be allowed to come and embrace him with a nuzzle of her nose. but if not, she would simply allow for the verbal greeting to serve as enough for the boy.