Ouroboros Spine a path to choose

Her once limp tail stirred to life in a gentle flick. The Moonwoman would teach her the ways of healing and medicine. She wanted to smile, but couldn't bring herself to. She uttered a soft, appreciative "Thank you."

Obediently, she padded softly after the gentle Kukutux towards the ulaq. It was not a term she was at all familiar with and wonder crept into her eyes.

But in Moonwoman's, was found concern. Bronte tore her gaze away, letting it fall to the ground.

"Much has happened." She began in a quiet voice. "Many of us have been falling sick...catching colds. Something was going around. It still might be." She swallowed a hard lump. "My mother is Teya Blackthorn. We...we have lost our father, Bronco, my brothers and I. His passing...it turned the pack on it's head..."