Ouroboros Spine aaĝuliigix̂ ⋣

The glance towards Wilwarin did not go unnoticed. With a small sigh, she divulged, "She has nightmares still. Of the bear and the winter. It was hard on her." It oft seemed it was the only way her butterfly could sleep soundly, by curling close to her mother's side. 

"Aya, she murmured in agreement, glancing down to the bear-mark that would forever brand her leg. "I had thought they meant me to walk their world. But I am glad they still watch over me, over all of us." The cold season had been a rough one, with the plague that descended upon the creatures their village relied upon for sustenance. But they were all still standing, still thriving here in the Spine under the promise of spring's return. 

Curiously, her pale peridots flitted to Kukutux's own jadeite gems searchingly. She had smelt the fever overcome some of the women of the village, even whilst tucked away to heal. Her heart fluttered as she saw the truth in her friend's eyes. "Truly? Does this mean..?" Lótë could not say the words for fear she was mistaken. Even so, a beaming grin of excitement lit up her wan features and her tail began to beat against the floor of the den.