Ouroboros Spine nautchiak ⟭

Mojag was waddling circles around the ulaq when the milklady came to the door.

It was a familiar face and scent that met his eye, earning a trill of happiness and a bold lurch of his hefty little body towards her; but rather than meet Kukutux there at the threshold, Mojag slammed immediately in to a small red-gold face.

His thick skull konked against Ariadne's, forcing him backwards at a stagger as he sank to the floor. The blow surprised him. Like any small person, it was like he was made of rubber—and Mojag rebounded quickly, as if there had been no obstacle at all.

He shook his head and babbled something uselessly.