Ouroboros Spine l. well, i've lost it all

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Mother-dove had bathed her coat that morning — a process Wil found extremely soothing even if some of her littermates would not agree. It had relaxed the cloud-down pup until she dozed off, resting on her back with her crown tipped back and limbs sprawled in contentment — tiny potbelly, a sign she would surely survive her tumultuous childhood, on display cutely. 

She woke for but a moment when Lótë caressed her chin in a light kiss, footsteps trailing from the nest as she left. Her baby blues, already darkening to an undefined grey, lingered blankly on the threshold for a moment where her mother’s shadow had passed — not fully awake — before she drifted off again with a heavy, trembling sigh.