Ouroboros Spine sikinaasugruk

*stumbles in inexcusably late* ;___; xD

He had seen a great many things these few short months alongside his Starflower. Wonder in the foothills below Moonglow, mystery in heights of other mountains. Hope intermingled with fear. But his shoulders felt lighter - or different, at least, as though the weight he had carried was no longer his to bear alone. Starflower had carried it with him, for him, had buried his troubles beneath the glacier melt.

They had both risen that morning a little different in spirit, and he, finally ready to let his shadows melt under the light of the moon.

She reached out for him and he lingered in her light. His soft breath billowed in a cloud before them. Lingering in the cold mountain air. And he leaned, ever gently, into that touch.

Home.

He had only ever reserved this word for the Weald, but he no longer felt at ease in the fog and the darkness. He would always be a creature of the night, but more and more, Callyope drew him into the day. A contradiction in his own skin.

He liked life better this way.

A small smile traced the hunter's lips.

Home.

Said with such certainty, he was certain she would know he was ready.