Ouroboros Spine Hunter and Sea

He nodded, though there was sadness for her in his gaze. I know how hard it is to leave home, Samani. But it does get better, in time.

He knew this intimately. There were still times, where it would sneak up on him, the knowing, the whispering, the want of home. He longed to see his mother's warm face, bury his snout into the warmth of her fur. The russet red that licked like Autumn's flames. He longed sometimes to feel the way his father would ruffle his fur, by his ears, when he was small, small.

Summer sounds good, for it was summer when I arrived. A full circle.

He allowed her to take whatever liberty she needed. Whatever comfort. He would seek to give her what he could. To run a paw along her shoulders and lick at the small wet marks from her tears.