Ouroboros Spine but my dreams aren't as empty as my conscience seems to be

AW but maybe @Ariadne? :o

the days were longer now. peregrine spent much of his time hunting; moonglow had many mouths to feed, and now the boy was responsible for a good chunk of them. hunts, however, did not seem to be going his way lately — today, a herd of mule deer evaded him as he'd chased them almost to the neverwinter, and now he returned empty handed and exhausted.
frustration grips him as he trails near the ulax, breath still catching up to him as heat begins to bead upon his forehead. the spring's brood were lively, he notes, as he is stopped abruptly by a gaggle of children who bolt straight in front of him as if he isn't even there.
his trudging takes him to the lakeside, as it typically did when the imposing thoughts swarmed his mind. he thinks of galana as he stares at his rough-edged reflection, a tightness forming in his throat; he wasn't worthy of her, or any child of the moonwoman. he was no husband. he was not even a hunter.
he wonders if the village would be better off without him.