Ouroboros Spine nippivik

She moved now, to be closer to her mother. Fur upon fur. Holding each other.

I always come home.

This promised in a soft voice.

She thought of moonsong, of taking the plant upon it. She thought of the way she had been feeling since the last time the plant had been used. Fear was not rooted in her heart.

It was a welcoming sensation, of the future and more.

She began to cry softly, but not of sadness. No more sadness.