Ouroboros Spine tapsi ▓

Morning rays had begun to trickle in, golden and gleaming with the newness of the day -- birdsong filtering into the earthen shadows of the den. It was cozy rather than suffocating and the dove did not mind being indoors for the moment as she pawed the pelts she had begun to compile into a soft bed, fluffing and airing them in new arrangements lest they grow stale and musty.

The scent of the pallid mother reached her nose, intertwined with the delicate aromas of the flowers she carried, and a flash of white from outside alerted her to the Moon's presence. The mouse slipped from her dwelling as she wheeled in a wide arc, a welcoming wag to her tail and curve of her lips greeting their Alpha as she blinked against the sun. "Hello, Kukutux."