Ouroboros Spine Little lynx

There was a clash of souls when Nutuyikruk climbed. She would force herself over shattered bark, over steep hills. Reaching for the sky with emerald green eyes, until soon there was no distance between star-hearts.

She sat beside moonwoman, an open mouth and wondrous eyes as she sang songs that mesmerized her beyond any heartbeat.

Listen closely, and so Nutuyikruk listened closely. 

A symphony clawing at her mouth, and soon through quiet hums, a child's voice would intertwine with spirit song. 

Quiet, soft, looking to no stars, but to the eyes of moonmother.

Entirely entranced. Washed into celestial awe.