Ouroboros Spine Allagí

her companion was taciturn today. chickadee nodded, taking a good long inhale of the winter promise in the crisping air. "makes you want to go hunting," she commented, unwittingly giving voice to the instinct which rose inside her.
her eyes darted back to antigone; she could not stifle another foolish grin, but cleared her throat after. "we could, you know. go now. hunting, i mean, if you wanted."