Ouroboros Spine I can't breathe, this hole in my chest

"be still, son" she says to him as she remains at his side. she thinks over the names, of the precious blood that flows through his children. kin of moonwoman, and kin of pheasant blood. she would see them soon, brushing a scarred nose to their faces and telling them softly just who she is.

a chin comes to rest against his the top of his neck, swaying back and forth to smooth his out of place fur. "no matter what, we are here, i am here. we will get through this." a promise, despite her wilting age. she would remain as much as her life would let her.