Ouroboros Spine nuvakliak

They were your other home. That sounded right, and wrong, at the same time. A soft breath left Mojag as he considered the truth of what his mother said, and when she asked her question he felt an immediate and acute panic; it was hard to know his feelings right now.

Maybe one day, he hastily answered.

I would like to see the people there again. I could bring them a gift - or bring them you, and show you the island? That was an idea! He could share the island with his mother and she could see where it was he lived, and she could hunt upon the sand with him, and in that way Mojag could share the experience. If Bartholomew was still there, and Heda, he could introduce Shikoba to them -- but it seemed so fantastical as he considered these things, too.

My place is here, though. This is home. Until the moment he sought to become a man, and the spirits drove him to leave; but Mojag was oblivious to such a thing right now.