Ouroboros Spine Little Girl, Little Girl

The early morning light, fell on land still frosted and cool. But upon the tails of wind that blew, spring was coming. It was clear in the way that more bird song sounded in the trees. And the grass was beginning to lose it's burnished gold look, and become greener and began to reach towards the blue sky. 

Her thoughts were on her mother. She was growing older and it concerned the little dainty child of red and white. She pulled her cat fur tighter around her shoulders. The tawny fur a contrast to the deep red. It caused a soft sigh to stir past muzzle and lips. She thought of the other daughter of Moonwoman who couldn't be found. She hoped wherever she was, she healed and found her way back someday.

A gentle twitch of small nose and she headed towards the forest line. Perhaps something warm and hearty would make her mother smile.