Ouroboros Spine Alive With Young Hearts

Kassuq had taken to a sunny patch of grass, his head tilted back to observe a bird in flight. It swooped on its wings, soaring in wide ranging circles. And he followed it, with his eyes and his head. 

One of his ears flicked with the sound of his own name in the mouths of his brothers. The boy turned to look at them from the distance he’d sat himself, confused. He pulled his brows down to see them snickering at each other, tipping his head to one side curiously.

What have? He called to them, cautious of what could be causing them to laugh with his name being spoken. Was he being made fun of?

The thought made him pout.