Ouroboros Spine wolf-mother, where you been?

everything became unbearable when she looked massaraq in the eyes. she choked on her words at his question. her brother’s question served as a reminder that she was returning, that she had left. galana looked at him blankly, frozen, her senses jamming. here was a piece of home, looking right at her. 

❝oh,❞ It was only a breath, hardly a word. 

massaraq was not as small as he once was. her stomach twisted. just how much had she missed? his markings matured with him, his eyes, his voice.

❝massaraq, i-❞ she paused, trying to recall the question he’d only just asked. ❝yes, i have.❞

her voice was shaky, the tells of her anxiety and despair were crystal. 

❝i don’t know- i don’t…❞ her brows furrowed and her lips curled with distress, teeth flashing for a moment.

❝i don’t know how i could just-❞ galana paused, sighing. 

it was a pitiful attempt to rest the shaking bones within her.

❝i don’t know anything massaraq, no more than when i left. i just needed to come home.❞ her voice cracked at the last word. ❝i just needed to be here.❞

the world had been so cruel to her thus far. it had clicked while she’d been away that youth and reality were kept separate for a reason, even if only for a small time. moonglow had loved the young enough to protect them from reality, to guide them through it even. galana had left that and faced her own consequences. now all the girl wanted was that love, whether she had seen what it could have shielded her from or not.