Ouroboros Spine sullukoppuk ∺

Wilwarin blinked owlishly, middling hues of creekwater blue drifting almost lazily from the pale mother to the red sister. The runt had no desire to tempt fate, not at first. She was much more content with the thought of bumbling over to Inkalorë and joining her sibling in a nap than losing some skin. At least she was until she saw that her older littermates braved the star girl’s jaws. 

Not to be outdone, little Wil slipped closer — waiting until Kausiut was distracted fending off Lómion and Vairë’s advances to whisk forward and tear a chunk free. Her own snarls might have escaped past her wrinkled lips but no sound was made. Even so, her teeth bared feral and fiercely in warning as she backed away with the stolen morsel.  

To the place between Lómion and Vairë was where she scurried. They would protect her she knew, so long as she shared the strip of flesh she lay between their tight-knit forms.