Ouroboros Spine the flowers will never die

kukutux blinked sleepily in the light of early morning. her mind had raced and raced; she had not slept. therefore it was a rather wan moon that looked out across the green-sprouting terrain, spotting meerkat's sandpiper form and the much larger form of adrastus, a smudge of color around his broad shoulders.

pulling herself from the ulaq, she sat outside, ready to greet the pair. 

and when they grew larger in her eyes, kukutux meant to stand to three legs, then four, steadying herself against the dulling twitch of pain in her ankle to nudge each in turn, gaze falling curiously to the animal carried in their way, and then to meerkat herself.