Ouroboros Spine a creature, that i am

kivaluk lets out a low, affectionate croon of greeting as his mother comes into his view, tilting his head down to welcome the kiss she leaves there. he butts his skull against her muzzle lightly: reminiscent of how he might've done it as a cub to her leg. for a moment, he allows himself to feel small, to draw comfort in her presence before guilt barrels in like a bull in a china shop.

kivaluk's ears flutter back to rest at half mast atop his skull and he pulls back some, frostbound gaze studying her.

i'm sorry i haven't spent much time with you lately, words threatened to tangle in his throat, with his breath. with kigipigak's departure and akkuma's! how are you doing, mama?