Ouroboros Spine Chaménos

Antigone bowed his head and followed the pale woman. She said that she would inform Sorcha, when she returned from her trip. The red-hooded boy wondered if Chickadee would find him as appealing as Sorcha had. The changing of her name had stuck in his mind and forced him into an obsessive wheel of thoughts.

Is Moonglow your name or is that the name of your home? he asked in a rough voice.

The scraping of his paws against the stone would be a sign of his exhaustion. The darkness that surrounded his eyes would confirm it. Antigone looked as though he had crossed oceans without a drop to drink or a bite to eat. Somehow, his coat was beautiful and perfectly clean.