Ouroboros Spine xii. it's spiraling down

He did not emerge. Rather, the herd-stalker heard a low hiss and caught the glimmer of a hateful ochre orb -- skittish and mistrustful. Another rustle and she was left alone in the trees. She sighed, slightly frustrated, but couldn't quite say she was surprised. She probably wouldn't have come out if she were the boy either.

The greenpaw turned back to the half-finished furrows, digging until the stalks of water hemlock collapsed to the disturbed earth. Aiwë left the fallen plant where it lay, trotting back towards her ulaq to retrieve a pelt that she could wrap it in.