Ouroboros Spine ukaaktuktuk⎰

Yet he would not turn away and never would. He came to his mother, head falling low and ears back. His tongue juts in and out from his mouth submissively and he sweeps his head up under her chin and throat and stays there against his mother. 

All of them- everyone. Galana, red mother... His words trail. He knew not to speak the names of the dead. While he wasn't certain if he believed the superstition (and for all he knew, the others could be dead and their names were spoken often) he knew his mother's deeply rooted and would not question her allowed. 

Could a wrathful spirit return to the living? Had her life, doubled, been sacrificed for the return of another?