Ouroboros Spine a creature, that i am

She had softened some since her return from the coast. Close she kept a dark fur as she worked at the frozen earth. Softly she formed and rounded the makeshift of a den.

Nothing could have stopped her.

Save for the soft presence of her son's approach. She was not blind to the way he had grown, the things he had done with such greatness.

Silently, she moved to offer a kiss to his head. Even as he stood over her now!