Ouroboros Spine There are many places a spirit may rest

Passing the time was a breezy thing.

The Taggerung filled the air with odd verses and hums that did nothing to tell a compelling story but did fill him with a creative sense of purpose. Rightfully so, when the pale shape of Shikoba appeared in his line of sight, he ceased all merry making and stood with a wildly flagging tassel.

Madam Shikoba! the Taggerung greeted her, joyful, thrilled.

The bard then spun in a circle, tail wagging hard enough to sway his narrow hips.

I have indeed come to see Moonglow. It is well hidden, as you said. Look at these walls of stone! Impenetrable, I must say, he went on in such a way, looking to the ring of mountain that housed the pack.

You’ll show me around, yes? the Taggerung asked of her with an expectant gaze.