Ouroboros Spine The Hunter and the Sun

The little girl - not much smaller than himself to be honest - did not make much noise as she followed after him.

The sound of the wind through the trees was enough cover for the dandelion; that is, until Mojag felt a presence beside himself, and turned to see her too close to the ledge.

He had expected — ah, he wasn't sure. Mojag never felt as though he were alone, even from birth.

Ahh ah! He gawped, rushing to meet her and awkwardly attempt to herd her back.