Ouroboros Spine nightsong

It was night.

Vairë went to Firemother with an offering clutched in her jaws. Upheaval roared through the pack, brought about by the return of a sister, the return of a former friend who seemed so dead set on putting something between them and him. In this, Vairë sought wisdom, she sought patience. 

If it was strength, I would have ended him the moment he courted my little sister.

She placed her offering at the bottom of the lone maple, putting her paw to its great base, then her forehead.

And for a moment, she just breathed in, and out.