Ouroboros Spine secondhand

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She had told @Rhaegal of her plans. To go inland, just for a day or two, and inform @Kukutux of Saltshore, and to see her newest siblings.

The doe carried with her a gift of a spring-fat partridge, several dried pieces of fish, and the old fox pelt as the carrying skin. She didn’t call as she crossed the border, knowing beyond knowing that she was allowed this. Her anaa knew her, the people of the village knew her. She waved at a few as she passed, her smile bright around the skin in her mouth.

A smell caught her as she grew close to the scent of whelps, and she stopped. Her nostrils twitched, sniffed the air, but other than that she remained frozen. A statue, poised to move but stuck in marble.

Because how could she forget the smell of her mother? Despite her memories of the woman’s face fading, despite her siblings fading and fading from her memories, the woman’s scent was the first thing she had ever smelled, the first air she had ever breathed was spiced with her breath.

Vairë did not know how to handle this. If she ever had. The mother who loved her, who bore her, who left her behind to hunt for Wilwarin, then to make a new village, then to go spirits knew where. She couldn’t tell if she was elated at her return, or hurt that she had come back at all.

The doe cast her gaze around for @Lótë , eyes wide with indecipherable emotion.