Ouroboros Spine Little Girl, Little Girl

He let her take what comfort she needed. And he seemed to understand when to let her go. He had seemed to agree with her sentence, but goodness
 It was a painful truth, but better than pretty lies.

A wag of her tail and a smile. A firm nod.

 Okay.

She bent her nose to the ground. Trying to find the scent again. There were bird and rabbit, other wolves even deer, but underneath it all. The scent of musk, and dirt.

 She caught the weasel's scent. She began to weave through the woods in ernest. Perhaps she could flush it out and Arrluk dispatch it.