Ouroboros Spine The Hunter and the Sun

Eventually, eventually, she seemed to cry herself out. After all the pain (fleeting, really) seemed to fizzle out and her heart no longer pounded in her growing ears.

Or perhaps he cried her out, she did not know nor did the difference matter.

No adults seemed to arrive and they were left only with each other. Two crybabies faced with their first taste of rough tumbling. She would rise, submissive in posture but looking to Mojag once more.

She felt the need to be forgiven, to make up.