Ouroboros Spine a path to choose

At last, she managed a slight smile. "It as if I can feel him. In a good way. That he is still here." Her voice was soft, but not entirely sad. Moonwoman's words had brought her comfort. It showed in the slight ease of her spine.

Amber glass eyes lighted. The teaching of a tea. For her spirit, opening her to the moon goddess. Innately, Bronte knew by drinking this tea, that she would be brought a sense of peace. See the world through new lenses.

Her pack wasn't terribly spiritual. Not in the way that the Moon packs were. But the Blackthorn was young. She was of the open minded sort, receptive to different beliefs and cultures. She was still finding herself. In this phase of hardship for her, she gravitated towards what felt right. 

"Please." She scooted close. A blonde paw brushed over her white one, toes lacing. "Show me. I want to learn. Then, one day, I can help others, too." 

Before Moonwoman she knelt, like the humble pupil who sough tutelage from a seasoned master. 

Her heart skipped a little faster.