Ouroboros Spine Little lynx

Breathless was she, bounding through an ocean of married starlights and fire skies. A journey then unfolded, and one she would never have dared before.

Taken beyond the three sisters, and tucked through the dance of lavender fields that engulfed her pelt. She could breathe wildly, and the kiss of moonlight upon her back was something she knew to be inescapable. How when she turned, even should she frighten, it was behind her, illuminating her in blankets that only left when the sun awoke. She was filled with quiet laughter and excitable kicks. Hiding just below the bundles of thick lavender grass, and soon a dark that was darker than any night sky she'd been alive for was before her. 

Trees, lifeless upon the ground, and a beautiful song aired through them. Gasping, she backed her legs and cowered into the brush as moths fluttered in her ears. Crickets stilled at her feet. She then did not believe she could do anything without mother and father, because she never had. Even her last time out had been with Tautuk.

Now it was only her, and a song that taunted her closer with a beauty that shook her skin. Warily, she would come. Nutuyikruk had to know.