Ouroboros Spine no other will do

for ink (@Dionysus) whenever you have the time <3

in the past weeks the nights have been a gentle kind of cold. it kissed the skin rather than snapped at it. there was no need to hide away between the fur of his siblings as the moon rose over the land. lómion now spent his sleepless nights strolling aimlessly through moonglow.
most times he’d take these walks alone, for he did not want to wake any of his kin from their dreams. but he was more restless than usual now. his mind ran wild with dislocated thoughts. the only thing that would silence them was speech, and who better to talk to than his most vibrant of siblings?
lómion crouched near inkalorë’s sleeping form and poked lightly at them with his nose.