Ouroboros Spine mines (danger!)

lómion slept soundly within the ulaq. he saw nothing in his dreams. just still darkness. it’s always been this way; sleep left undisturbed by whatever scenes he thought up before he drifted away.
but something invaded the quiet void within his mind that day. he could smell it, he could see streaks of red. he could practically taste it.
lómion shot up. his murky eyes fell upon his sister.  scarlet red stained her fur.
vairë. he walked with newfound energy. his eyes were no longer on the second born, but the crow at her feet. and then to the fox that had been thrown to the side. it’s fur, that plush, crimson fur. it was so
so pretty.
he whipped his head back to vairë and nodded at the crow. a bird too? you’re a. good.. hunter vairë.
he turned to the fox again, slowly. he couldn’t bring himself to look away.