Ouroboros Spine I move my feet but I feel no beat.

She arrived home in the middle of the night, tiptoeing into the village as quietly as she could (she hoped). Towhee drifted around the spine's inshore like a ghost, feeling a lot like a restless spirit. The scent of estrus lingering in the air certainly didn't help. Her stomach tightened and she roamed past the interior lake and vanished into the coppice to catch a few hours of sleep.

Towhee emerged at sunrise, approaching the water's edge. Steam hovered over the lake, catching the early rays. She yawned, then took a drink. She made loose plans to find breakfast, then begin a patrol. Perhaps her services as the resident kisisak might be needed.

Maybe Lótë or @Wilwarin?