Ouroboros Spine Rivers and Willows

Ajei had scented the wolf Ciri back in the pack lands. As of yet, she hadn't sought her out. She knew she would be welcomed back warmly, as the wolves of moonglow always did. And she reminded herself to make sure she did as well.

Green eyes popped open at the sudden voice. A kind smile and a dip of downy head were offered. 

Not at all. Please.

She shifted to make room.