Ouroboros Spine two moons

He should not have been surprised to see (or hear) that it was moonwoman.

Nor was he surprised, but relieved. Relaxed by her presence. It always lightened the strain of his existence some to see her in the mouth of the den.

Yet her words stirred something within him. Stirred multiple somethings within him.

Excitement. Nervousness. Dread.

He needed this, though. Even if he failed. Even if it ached his lacking muscles or angered his ankle. So he nodded carefully. This was, to a degree, what he had wanted.

I am ready. He assured her with an adjustment to his form, eager to rise and attempt the path she would set.