Ouroboros Spine liv. i'm trying to find all the love that you gave me

he was invigorated by her praise. his tail wagged gently behind him. 
lómion was eager to mimic his mother once more. the boy coated his paws with a fresh coat of dye, then turned to balance on the wall. with a few firm presses, he’d made his little mark.
then there was a shadow that dipped into their home. following that came a mouth-watering aroma. lómion pulled himself away from the wall instinctively. his tongue swiped over his little maw eagerly. he eyed the squirrel with clear intent, only to watch it be snatched away by his kin and used as a play thing. 
no longer did he want to eat, too afraid to be caught in their crossfire. instead he sat as his mother’s side and glanced between the adults as they spoke to eachother.
i wann’a to paint stories. he turned to shikoba. what kinn’a stories did they paint?