Ouroboros Spine nuvakliak

Its ok!! Sorry for the wait!

His mother came upon him eventually. There was no one else around; it felt like they were the only living things in the whole village as he spotted her moving across the snow. She seemed so small compared to the idea he carried of her in his heart; smaller, anyway. Maybe Mojag had grown larger himself. She was warm and welcoming and as she came to greet him, he leaned in to her touch.

Anaa, he murmured, fully committed to the mama's boy bit. It might not have been appropriate at his age to press so close, or hold her, or burrow in to her winter coat, but he did all those things with his tail wagging furiously. When he was a touch calmer after (and still plastered against her) he asked, How are you?