Ouroboros Spine you look so worn, so thin

she had to look upon his face before the recognition settled in. their voices had changed, but she still offered a little smile to him.

❝arrluk,❞ she spoke his name fondly and choked down the lump that had risen in her throat.

she continued to step up to him, taking in his new form. his fur and face was all that remained familiar. galana would note he held his preference for solitude well. the ambience of water flowing settled nicely on her ears, the sound of the night surrounding them. the shadows and moonlight that filtered down only further decorated arrluk’s patterns.

it was a scene she would’ve pictured him in when she was in his absence; an easy remembrance of intricate markings and comfortable silence. now, he held the newborn intensity of a man. her brother had grown. galana’s head remained kept downward, and her tail gave a lowly wag as she approached.