Ouroboros Spine Little lynx

It happened again. Where the stars felt a little different. Nutuyikruk had noticed it. When she snuck out from their ulaq, when her siblings rested at ease, and aaka had a chance to be away from her many changes. When aapa looked less frozen.

Now, as night had fallen, and the stars whisked themselves into the bright of her eyes, she was amazed. Colors strewn about across the deep black of the sky, and tiny bright lights so far away that she could never touch. Cultivated in the bed of the universe when the safety of a bed was not enough, peaceful now only when the grass tickled between each pad and the underside of a rose-dipped belly. Even now, aapa was not far, nor aaka, nor fire-kin, nor owl-kin.

Lynx child was enthralled, and as she stood upon the top of a hill by her lonesome, her mouth was open in a trance that was unending. What a beautiful thing: to be a alive.