Ouroboros Spine coalbreath

The red-hooded boy had waited. He had kept to himself. The Moonwoman offered him hospitality that he had not seen before. In return, Antigone worked his body weary with hunting. When he slept at night, it was a sound sleep. The only image that danced in his mind was that of a pair of green eyes. 

When her scent became apparent to him, Antigone hastened. The lean figure of yearling crossed to where he could trace her. He followed and followed until… 

Sorcha… 

Dark eyes hungered for that taste of spring green.