Ouroboros Spine the first death is in the heart

The cold stung harsh and it made her ache for the taiga once more.

But now she moved, instead of wallowing like a pitiful child. She could be girl no more. She hadn't been for some time and yet how easily she had lapsed into it! Shameful, a disgrace.

Today she moved with a harder purpose about her small frame, sending out an invitation for a warrior to come to her.

Training.