Ouroboros Spine you don't call anymore

He had scooted free of the den that day. A slow, long and painful process. He had tried his best to lap up anything for the pain that might have been nearby him in the ulaq before he departed. It would take time for it to settle in, but he hoped it would be soon.

Settled on the ground, legs a tangle as he was unsure how to casually rest the hind ankle that was held in place by two pieces of wood.

It was there he noticed someone he had not seen before. Granted that came as no great surprise when most of his time was spent in a den. She seemed...well, he couldn’t put his claw on it. Time away from others had dulled his empathetic side.

Hello, He started soft and slow, testing the waters. Perhaps she wished to be alone. He could hobble his way back to the den if she did.