Ouroboros Spine Those lights

The world was coming back together. He watched as a tawny form picked its way toward him with the hurried pace of one eager to greet the male who was causing such a hubub on the borders. He remained where he was, as he was, figuring that it might simply be enough to allow her to poke and prod him to tell that he was real. He was prepared for a few questions, and for a few pushes and shoves just to prove a point- and then he could be on his way to reunite with his wife.

And as she continued to belt toward him he heard it- the crooning plea of his cloudberry wife, whose faith in him persisted still, and caused his usually stony features to soften into an eager, and grateful smile.

But the figure hurtling toward him had her hackles up, and looked more keen to charge at him and chase him off.

"Stop!" He called, across the distance swiftly closing between them. But his eyes were bright, his tail swayed from side to side and his expression was both relieved and eager. "That was my wife, Lótë and she accepts me. Do not charge me; I greet you." He advised her, before he tipped his head down in a respectful acknowledgement, before he lifted his head, and braced himself for whatever decision she made.