Ouroboros Spine no one wakes up one day

It's faster, this time: Easy had stolen a small chunk out of the male's fish to drop in the water. Two or three catfish came out of the murky water to try and claim it for their own; she aimed for the largest, and was soon dancing to shore with a second fish thrashing in her dripping maw. She lorded it playfully over her friend for a moment before delivering the same swift end, and then crouched over it as she bit into the soft belly and began stripping out the innards to eat like spaghetti. It wasn't the best meal, but her tail lashed in satisfaction at being able to fill her belly.

"My mom taught me to fish," she told him, chatting idly once the edge of her hunger had been ground down. "Well, she wasn't really my mom, but she was my father's mate. And she had a litter with him. I loved her very much. But she disappeared after my dad died."

A lot of wolves had. It made her a bit sad to think about, but she had been working hard to live in the present, and so she did not appear to be affected too badly by the topic.

"I'm sorry I can't remember your name," she told him, remembering the night they'd spent together in the woods. He had been a great comfort to her. "I was going by Blackbear still back then, remember? But Easy is my real name. That's what my dad always called me."