Ouroboros Spine Allagí

She was cheerful and full of light as she pranced to him. Her voice was full of something he had never heard on another wolf’s tongue. Antigone grew frustrated that he could not place it. Familiar and yet completely foreign to the young man, he pushed it aside. 

The day is fine. 

Crimson hood turned to Sorcha. 

Do you smell it? The season is changing. 

Antigone wondered what it meant for Moonglow. He wondered what it meant for the restless anger he felt inside of him. Could he last through winter on his own? 

Could he leave the girl with greenspring eyes? He did not think so.