Ouroboros Spine All the missing, crooked parts.

She listened, her eyes wide and unblinking as the Moonwoman responded at length. It all seemed so complicated to her. Ciri had considered the possibility of motherhood fleetingly the previous year, with the arrival of her first season. Back then, it was not something she wanted. She didn't even understand what it was that sparked the desire in her that urged her to stop moving, to root herself someplace. The swallow exhaled slowly, considering her own mother and wondering if it'd been loneliness that served as the reason behind she and Elke's existence.

Ciri had been lonely, even when surrounded by many of her Ostrega family. What she craved was not just whelps with which to occupy herself, but a husband she could rely on. Someone who'd care for her, who she could love with her whole heart.

She had time, however. It was not a decision she wished to rush headfirst into, and something she hoped would come to her organically. Ciri didn't want to rely on Kukutux' matchmaking skills, though the offering of her assistance was kind. The dark Ostrega smiled again, her feathered tail swishing at the den floor in lazy gratitude.

You have always been good to me, she mustered softly, thinking back to her arrival at Moonspear's borders when she and her sister had been greeted with such warmth by the mountain's pack; I am so very grateful.