Ouroboros Spine sun of the houses

moonglow was growing stronger by the day as the expecting mothers grew closer to their due dates. shikoba felt like a whale once more but did not feel the need to hide her pregnant figure. not only had she grown more accustomed to motherhood and pregnancy, but she also held a sort of pride within the notion of carrying forth the next generation of the spine. and so, the woman trudges to where she can sense someone new was upon their lands.

she stood from the higher peak of the spine and looked down towards the land, finally allowing her sulfuric eyes to catch onto the boy's figure below. and for a moment, perhaps longer than she would feel comfortable to admit, shikoba thought of the boy as nothing but a stranger. there were no ladies in their heat to attract him, so perhaps there was something else that caused him to come by.

but the more she recalls her memory and perhaps the boy's scent, shikoba's eyes widen. perhaps she did not know the entire story of the life that this boy has lived. but she did know the beginning of it, the very first chapter marked by his breath into the world with her cloudberry sister.

"i know your face," she would come to call out to him, "but you may not know mine."

written under the assumption that shikoba is able to recognize him as she was there for his birth! but can be rewritten if this is an over-assumption