Ouroboros Spine Cinders in the Hearth and Fire in the Home

A distant part of him resisted, it felt ill fitting to return to take his anaa's own resting place and food. But he was tired and he did not know what the future held and there was certainty there in following her instructions. When eventually he slept it was fitfully as if his body had forgotten the place, the safety it had once felt unflinchingly in these very walls. And he twitched in his sleep, dreams flitting in and out of his head but just out of memory a low growl entering his throat at one point before fading once more.

thank you for the awesome thread! I'm good with wrapping up here/in the next few posts?