Ouroboros Spine kiptaitchuk ⩷

At three weeks old, whenever Kausiut was not nursing, she was sleeping. Her limbs had caught up a little with the round shape of her belly and she was able to crabble slowly and awkardly, but in the small confines of her world walking great distances was hardly necessary. Mother was always nearby and the girl did not care for the rest. 

At some point her eyes had opened too. To a degree, though... she had cast a lazy look around, yawned and squeezed them shut again. In her mind her way of getting food up until know had been succesful. She was not about to change her strategy now. There was a different point in her timeline, where sound entered her world too. Did she care? No. Food was always nearby.

What about the god inside her head? Mightly disappointed and frustrated, but had come to terms with his new form and life. Lucky for him wolf puppies grew up faster than human babies. He would not have to wait for much longer. For now... he slumbered. Just as Kausiut did. There was not much else to do.

She continued to sleep, even after her mother had arrived, singing softly to her, preparing food (that's quite a skill - to chew and to sing at the same time, by the way). For now she was full and did not need anything else.