Ouroboros Spine Black willow

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he wore sunshine eyes and the build of his father, his voice deep even now.

she found him struggling upon the rises and whisked down the path to draw him up, to guide him along a lower trail. "panuk! it is good to see your face. are things well in moontide?"

but she did not scent the sea upon his fur. callyope lingered there, briefly, and the fragrance of the forest.

that same something clawed her gut.