Ouroboros Spine chugutul ⦕

"Aya," the dove agreed with a whisper of a chuckle, soon finding herself joining the Moon where she stretched upon the ground -- as if pressed to the earth by the humid heat clinging to air. "I know exactly what you mean. They fight me already at mealtimes," she quipped with soft admiration for her unborn children's strength, glancing back at the slight curve of her abdomen with adulated eyes of pallid jade. 

"Do you think your cubs will be of the sea? Fire-pelted like Aiolos? Or do you think they will be borne of the winter, like their mother?" She asked, curiously glancing at her tribe-sister's own bump with a sweep of her tail -- overjoyed to share this with the Moon, especially since this was her first pregnancy. For a moment, her evergreen optics returned to her own distended stomach, trying to picture her own pups, wondering if they would be northerners like their sire or woodlanders like herself, before flitting back to Kukutux as she waited patiently for an answer.