Ouroboros Spine coalbreath

It was curious to feel his relief clutch at his throat in that way. Sorcha did not seem to be mad at him. She fumbled through a few words before cutting herself off, bashful in her expression, smiling softly. The boy with the bloody head felt his gut twist. He did not want her to think that it had been by choice that they had separated. He did not want her to believe that he had not searched…

I looked for you.

The dark blue of his eyes fixed to her face. Antigone had looked for Sorcha until his paws had bled. A trail of bloody prints had marked the land until the rains had washed them away.

I met the Moonwoman. She told me that you live here now…