Ouroboros Spine sikinik ⪊

the cold would not be something little galana would feel now. her were days full of warmth, a full belly, and contentment. she was not a loud child, instead rather quiet and rested.

today was different than others as she was nestled beside her brothers. another woman sharing her milk with galana was not a concept she could understand just yet, but they certainly smelled different, felt different. though little did she know, moonwoman would be her mother as well. her senses were different this morning as well; tiny eyes were opened. perhaps her brother's as well?

small whimpers were all that came from the ruddy girl. there was nfo attempt to walk as her wobbly head moved around. the first glimpses of her family: white, red, black, and other shades. galana did not know this yet. her fondness for them would only grow.