Ouroboros Spine All the missing, crooked parts.

There was no more talk of Moonspear, and for that the swallow was thankful. She let herself slacken somewhat, watching with quiet curiosity as the Moonwoman rose to busy herself within the hollow. The stirring of meat released its scent into the warm air of the den and, allowing herself to settle to her haunches, still and polite as Kukutux delivered a morsel before her.

She helped herself, then licked at her lips as she lifted her vibrant eyes to seek the Alphess', glimmering with gratitude. Yes, she confirmed, content to relax for a time, and I have seen enough. I wish to make a home and, someday, a brief pause, during which the wandered glanced down at her paws with a hint of awkwardness, I hope to raise a family.