Ouroboros Spine All I have to do is breathe

The white stalwart wolf was blunt with his word. He stated that it was late, to which Samani nodded her head in understanding.

Yes, it was late. How else was she to see the stars?

The truth was that it was not the hour that plagued her ability to stargaze, but the clouds overhead. Samani did not understand the shifting in seasons would impair her ability to watch certain things. She had only known that the winds were colder. The skies got dark faster. The leaves on the trees had changed from bright greens to fragile brown. She had watched them all fall to the earth.

It is fine, she assured him softly. The young girl would return to the den of her family in a short while. She did not want to give up so soon. Samani’s spirit was stronger than that, more resilient.

When she had searched the clouded skies for a short time, she found her eyes returning to the scar on his lip, only to study it. The cold made it more prominent. It stood out as a sharp mark against his face, at least from where she sat. The question she asked was only for him. What does that mean? her nose pointed to it.