Ouroboros Spine in the comings and the goings

She couldn’t help her wince as the knowing voice rolled over her ears. The doe was pinned in place, a bug on a wall, before she gave a low sigh, dropping to her belly in the mouth of the ulaq.

If she could not go outside, she would at least like to feel the wind.

I…Maybe? Came her gentle reply as she rolled to face moonwoman.

I wish to be a hunter. I told taataa I would become one by the time the next winter snows fall in a years time. And.. Her voice died, anxiety like a fluttering bird in her chest.

When I am healed. I would like to be eligible to be wed, should you find the proper husband for me. Her eyes found her paws.

I am the last of Lotë’s blood still living in the village. I won’t let my line end with me. It was a pressure, self imposed, but there all the same, thundering along with her heart.