Moonspear spiral

wounds had mended to scars, and what violence had once been on display was now beginning to hide in the regrowth of fur. he'd been granted brief discharge from the healing ulaq and care of his mother, though with strict instructions not to push himself too hard. 

all the time given to rest and recover had left the boy with more thoughts in his head than he knew what to do with, though there were two in particular he knew he would voice to his family. 

it was with as much cheer as he could muster that he followed along the discovered trail of anaa. he'd missed her during her time beyond the mountain, and found himself seeking her out with hurried steps. when he found her, tucked asleep within the family ulaq, he cautiously squeezed himself next to her as he'd done many times before. 

head placed carefully on snow tipped toes, he let himself drift off into a light slumber, content to lay there until she woke.