Ouroboros Spine Time

She could smell Springtime on the air; the days grew longer. Ciri looked forward to the lengthier hours of sunshine and imagined the sound of children playing as she strolled among the village. There was peace and joy to be found in Moonglow, and the swallow was determined to find it for herself.

Another lounged at the mouth of an ulaq, his rusted pelt kissed by the morning sunrays. Ciri paused to regard him a moment and found that she recognised his red pelt. He was leader alongside Kukutux, she recalled, having only ever seen him from afar. A thin smile curved on her dark muzzle as she shifted to approach.

Hello, she said brightly, a sway in her tail.