Ouroboros Spine nightsong

Silence.

It wrapped thick bands around her, and she did not feel like the moon in that moment. Flame like anger licked at her heels with every movement, every sound.

I do not understand it. She would finally say with a quaking jaw.

Any of it, anaa. What changed from before? Was it bitterness? Was it pride? Vairë knew pride, it had almost killed her and her first litter both with the strain of trying to keep up Saltshore alone.