Ouroboros Spine you look so worn, so thin

His name breaks the silence in the night air and it is a voice he does not recognize. It was her pale gaze which he remembered. It was how her deep red torso faded into ginger legs. It was the image of her flurry tail in his mouth as they played. 

Now, they were both grown. Still so far from adulthood, yet so very long had passed between them, most of their lives thus far. Galana had already missed so much. 

Arrluk didn't know what to say, yet he never was one to carry the conversation. His tail padded the earth and he lifted a paw to tap it on the ground, inviting her to sit with him.