Ouroboros Spine a path to choose

She felt welcomed by the warmth of the Moonwoman and her village. She took a quick look around, before blinking pleasantly at the offered boar meat and strawberries dried by the sun. The food was nothing she had come across back home, and she was eager to try it, being new.

Taking a delicate, experimental bite of the meat, her eyes found the pale fur of Kukutux again. "It has been hard, for everyone." A weighted, heavy pause. "My mother is...not well. She seems to be...lost in her own grief. I don't know if she will pull out of it."

Bronte slid down with a soft thud to her belly. As if prepared to stay a while, confiding in the wise woman before her. "I just don't understand it." She shook her head, brows knitting. "It all started after the attack of the striped orange cat. From there...well, he just got worse. Never recovered." Her toes, fixed with short black nails flexed. "We thought we would get over it, put it behind us. But then..." He voice cracked, pained at the memory of Ponyboy nearly being taken, only to be saved by their father from beyond.