Ouroboros Spine and you bet your life it rains

The cries of her brothers was what woke the fawn. Still new to wolf skin, she pressed her tiny paws into the earth, splattering them with dirt and bits of fur, trying to rise but finding more amusement in squirming like an earthworm than anything else.

Vairë managed to bobble head her way up, tipping her little nose all the way back to look up at the foggy, cream colored shape she’d been laying against, and squeaked, aghast. So her warm vibrating pillow was a blob? Distressing news for something so young. She didn’t understand it, especially not when the crying finally registered with her, and she joined in the symphony of squeaks and squeals, as her bobble head journey ended up with the top heavy thing on her shoulders tipping her over, rolling her onto her back like a turtle or beetle.

That brought more shrieks. The unfairness of this world to someone so small was immense.