Silverlight Terrace you're a taker, devils-maker

she thought of the nomadic, rugged wolves it seemed she only just left behind. galana felt stirred, prompted to move; perhaps it would be a trait she'd never shake from the band. she would return to ouroboros spine, likely before the sun rose. though at this moment she would remain confident in her wandering, nuutuittuq would guide her steps home and the girl would follow the star faithfully.

galana wore the moonlight upon her shoulders, no trees to block it. her body was still recovering, months of travel and little food did not hold a growing girl well. nonetheless, she would roam. it was a yearning she would satiate.