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

We can fade here or with your next post if you'd like? :) Or we could continue here/start a new one for a Chronicler thread. Up to you!

Lótë stilled, curious. He folded himself against her ribcage not unlike a child, though his warmth along the length of her was welcome. Hesitantly, the artist dipped her head and began to groom his inky pelt -- hoping it might put the he-wolf at ease in her presence. 

After a time, when her eyelids began to grow heavy, the mother lifted her fawn-colored dome and asked, "Would you like to hear a story of my people?"