Ouroboros Spine glory

"no, i don't want to just — take your den, kivaluk," she laughed weakly, exiting the pretty space and looking back along her shoulder at the different hues of greenery which announced the mouth of the den.
her tailtip flicked. sleeping beneath the stars felt daunting, though she imagined for a hunter it was anything but. "maybe you'll want it more one day, but you won't have it." her gaze was gentle, a tease in it.