Ouroboros Spine Her every thought, her only thought.

No voice rose to answer her call, and Ciri could feel her heart beat wildly within its cage. She peered through the leafy foliage, hopeful to perhaps see a glimpse of someone - anyone! - who once belonged to Moonspear, but not a soul moved her way.

Dread settled heavily in her gut; time ticked by, confirmation that her mother and sister had failed to regroup there or anywhere close by. Emotion clawed its way up her throat in a strained whine before, breathless, the swallow hung head in defeat and made to retreat.

And then, movement. Ciri lifted her crown to turn toward the sound of paws padding in her direction, wide yellow eyes swift to find the pale figure of a she-wolf. Recognition did not slacken her tense posture, not until the jade-eyed pearl drew closer.

She knew that face, but could not recall a name to match it with.

Silence lingered, uncertainty hanging between them until a question broke the stillness. Ciri's response was stalled as she considered the words. "I-" she faltered, almost, on the first note that fell from her tongue.

But there was no time to fumble over her own retort! She had to know, despite her fear in the truth of her family's downfall. So Ciri simply asked, her voice trembling: "what happened to Moonspear?"