Ouroboros Spine Little lynx

How could she sound like her? And so, with every movement of moonmothers face, Nutuyik's chin followed in baby steps to make her great leaps.

A shaky, yet open tune from the child's mouth as wide eyes crossed over the ethereal glow of her grandma's features. She looked like a spirit.

Were her feet rumbling from the mighty notes of her song? Song formed in gradual confidence, in a soft melody, sheltered.

Gasping, her paws shifted towards the moon spirit of her aana.

In an awe struck whisper, she wondered what it would be like to be her.

"You soun' beautiful."