Ouroboros Spine Allagí

There was a shift in the weather. The air had started to chill. The heat of summer was finally fading. Autumn was on the breeze that whisked through Moonglow. It promised the falling of leaves and the coming of winter. 

Antigone had not grown to love the strange village. The moonwoman was kind enough. She treated her members as family and she seemed deeply invested in their lives. He had done what he could to avoid her. He wondered if she had noticed his solitude. 

The red-hooded man lifted his snout to the wind, searching for @Chickadee.