Ouroboros Spine sunfire

She was a burning rage.

It swept her in fire from nose to tailtip, it kept her heart beating, it kept her spirit aloft. The only thing between her and despair was the rage. She kept it from her family, she wrapped it in gentleness around her children.

But it was there. The sun fire, the rage that burned through the moon to give way to a ball of frenetic heat.

She stalked along the borders, her eyes following the path she had last seen the hated caribou man take. She dreamt of his blood on her whiskers and on her tongue. She dreamt of him, served to her on a silver platter, tendons and meats ready and ripe for picking. The bitter iron taste of hatred clung to her tongue, and she stopped for a moment to glare in pure loathing into the distance.

Hope you don't mind me crashing in

Kyrell kept much to himself following the death songs and the trial. Ever a dutiful hunter, the woodsman put his efforts into filling caches, clearing paths, and maintaining their borders. It was the least he could do for those afflicted by grief.

On a round near the Spine's entrance Kyrell encountered the scent of another. Ears pricked, he followed to soon encounter Moonglow's beta, and punisher, Vairë. He observed the beige woman before announcing himself. Her gaze hard-set towards the horizon. While the fire behind her eyes was hidden from him, Kyrell was not oblivious to the tension that flooded the air around her.

The woodsman lifted his head with a chuff to draw her attention. Am I interrupting you?