Ouroboros Spine vii. and scrub between the cracks.

Lote implored he wait. Reluctantly, he turned, pausing in his retreat. Peer at her as she made her case. Proving who she was. Seeking what might be done to show he was truly, flesh and bone. Silent, he held his breath while Moonwoman responded. He was to be cleansed, for nine days.

Finally, he found his voice, daring to use it for the first time so his family may hear. "If that is your will, it shall be so. I will seek the coast. Bathe in my ancestral salt waters." He proclaimed softly. Water had always been a constant feature in his life. He was connected with it, eternally. Saviguk was not blind to his distant ties to the sea, either. Maybe his words would light hope in his mother.

Sialuk, according to Moonwoman, had revived the mountain of his birth. Breathed life back into it, where many followed her lead. He wished he could have been there to have been part of it. Still, she had denied his identity. It was pointless in trying to argue. But, Saviguk did have some evidence of a potent memory. Only for a moment, his oceanic eyes landed on her right front paw, where a toe was missing. And her tail, where the kind lay. He had been there, when her body was altered in injury.

He had nothing left to say here. He would leave, and return in time.