Ouroboros Spine tapsi ▓

lótë paced from the downy confines of her sweet-smelling den; kukutux saw now the sweep of her lips, and suddenly again alongside the woman felt crowded. grimed, somehow. "i come to ask you a — mmm, a thing that has much — it is a large thing," the duck finally finished, frazzled; she drew a breath and settled herself upon suddenly weakened haunches.

"i will be mother in moonglow. but i do not want to be alone in this," the featherwolf said softly, hesitantly; jadestone brushed springstep gaze. "i will give you this, if it is something you are wanting."