Ouroboros Spine breathe into you

skippable!

A boy—Mojag.

The words are soft upon Sialuk’s ears as she came close, the smell of more children confirmed when she sees their small, still bodies. But they did not move as Mojag did, and the raindrop understood. Sialuk offered the new mother a freshly-caught hare. Strength to care for her child.

She looked to Lote then, wondering if she might assist whatever ceremony would come for the cold, still children.