Ouroboros Spine [m] why do we dream when our thoughts mean nothing?

It wasn't often that Ajei traveled out and around at night. But tonight. Perhaps it was a spirit seeking or maybe her own soul was restless. No one really knows these things.

She headed the way if the river. As it tumbled into the lake. The happy sound breathing her smile into existence. Green eyes on the shores and rocks, careful of her steps. Precision and grace in delicate paws as she worked her way on pathways she knew so well.

But she was not alone. He cut a figure bigger than her. Boasting a hunter build, yet still it seemed thin from travel. Though she wouldn't know this.

Green eyes assessed and she moved closer. Delicate paws tracing small footprints in the frost limed dirt. Spring coming but not yet here.

Hello. voice quiet and shy. Ears to her skull.