Ouroboros Spine midnight, somewhere

Vairë was right.

She didn’t want to be. But she was, the point remained despite her wish it hadn’t. It made her stiff legged, made her want to choke, cry, scream, do something to prevent it, but aside from screeching at every wolf to ever enter their territory ever, she had no clues.

Her face was screwed into a grimace, but fawn child was still at what she was doing. She’d found a deer skull, half buried in the snow and dirt, and despite the unyielding frozen ground, she didn’t give up, methodically scraping dirt away from gleaming white bone. It helped her not think about…everything.