Ouroboros Spine Shampe

The sky was overcast; there had been rain but not a lot of it, and the smell lingered.

Mojag watched the clouds from outside of the ulaq. He had been tempted to visit the other children next door, but something had drawn his attention away.

First the gathering clouds, then the scent of @Inutsuk. Even that did not hold his attention for long, as it was growing unfamiliar. His mother was the ever-present force in his life; his father, who was something of an enigma to Mojag by this point, was not as concrete.