Ouroboros Spine in the comings and the goings

Perhaps a @Kukutux ?

It was cold, and the sun did not show its face in the sky. The wind rattled the bone bare trees, making moaning, howling shrieks outside the ulaq. The little animals who did not curl in their holes bounded through the snow, watched by the bigger animals that thought them food.

And, inside, warm and bundled, Vairë jerked from her nap with a short noise, stifled into a snort. Her head rose, fur smashed up an odd way on the side she’d been laying on, and she cast a glance outside the ulaq. She was bored, almost to tears, but she knew the importance of healing fully, less she be in suboptimal conditions during the leanest months. But she couldn’t help it, the wanton urge to move and escape the den she lay curled up in. Her shuffle upwards was almost quiet, and it was incredibly slowly that she stuck out her nose, followed by her snout, up to her eyes.

Back and forth went her head, seeking any white furred health prison wardens or the like, before she slowly, very slowly, lifted a paw to place outside the ulaq.