Ouroboros Spine lxiii. if i said i'd be good would you even believe me?

Lótë's features softened, scanning his own as best she could at such a proximity. There was no terror in Makan but he was still, as if to move would shatter the moment between them. 

"You're safe here," Lótë breathed against him, wondering at the way her words shifted the fur of his inky muzzle with each breath of oxygen that escaped her maw. A lump swelled in her throat, wondering what he'd been through. 

"Our village is called Moonglow." She told him this only so he would have the knowledge, imagining he must feel lost somewhere in the prison of his own skull. There was light in the raven's eyes, a spark of intelligence that told the dove he was not witless but had suffered some accident or tragedy. 

"I have offered to Kukutux -- the pale woman you met, my sister by love -- that I will care for you and protect you. It's going to be okay, Makan."