Ocean's Breath Plateau all these talking heads are blurred in violet hues

aaka reels him back in with a hand nearly as big as himself and akiak reunites with comfort for only a brief moment. but distress bounced off the walls of the den.
he bristles, black back wriggling closer to the white belly but no matter what there remained a tension. her drum beats wildly again, his own matching hers for no other reason than proximity.

what is happening? is he in danger? akiak cries even as he burries himself in his mother's snow.