Ouroboros Spine cold twist

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She had improved well, gotten over that hump of healing. Thus, she had been released from the tender mercies of the healers, under strict orders to do nothing straining and to take it easy for the next weeks, but she was a creature of contradictions.

So, she swept out of the healers den that morning, donned her red fox coat, and immediately went to disobey orders. Not too much, she didn’t want to end up back among the scent of medicine, but she loped around the far side of the lake, her nose to the ground and snow clotting her legs, tangling in the delicate furs there.

The track she followed was that of a marten, the weird noodly beasts she remembered from her lesson so long ago. She had grown since then, though she still thought of Foxfur fondly. Her gait was steady, without the hitch of aching, sore muscles, and she moved like the doe, striding cautiously through the snow.