Ouroboros Spine aakaga

the days were growing longer as spring became the more apparent season. shikoba was about as large as she's ever been in her pregnancy as she was so close to her expected delivery. and most days she has tried to push herself to do work, though today, she was more sleepy than she cared to admit. so when she heard a chuff outside of her ulaq, the woman did her best to roll into a position allowing her to get up without stressing out her belly.

she had noticed that mojag was seen less and less as time had come to march by, and she tried not to worry herself with it. rodyn spoke many words to her about her son's troubles, and the more shikoba worried, the more she felt the need to blame herself. being a hunter and a guardian were paths that she carved out from her own birth name, she did not possess the talents to have any other important role.

and while her son has responded to the call to the hunt, she knows that perhaps that is not his purpose. and while there may always be a slight sting in knowing that he will not be her successor, she feels joy in knowing that mojag is becoming his own wolf.

she comes to the mouth of her sleeping place. upon seeing her son, she smiles at him but does not push to make him uncomfortable with her touch. "i greet you, mojag," she comes to say softly to him, "what brings you by?"