Ouroboros Spine It is better to seek, then to receive blindly

it had become more of a challenge to drift to sleep each night. the absence in the den, it’s coolness and silence, made the child restless. so he’d wander in the dead of night. each time he’d go further. this time he’d came to moonglow’s edge.
the unfamiliar howl brought him down to the earth. it shocked him, scared him even, but that fear gave way to curiosity. as it usually did.
lómion crept along the border and stopped when he saw the whisp of a woman.
he stayed crouched in the foliage a ways away, watching her quietly and carefully. he was completely unaware whether he was seen or not.