Ouroboros Spine With every passing moment,

Moving to present day with permission! Set for August 4th.

Earlier in the day, one of her teeth had begun to wiggle, and she was quite fond of the newfound discovery. She often pressed her tongue against it to get it moving, which was entertaining, but after some serious roughhousing between her tooth and tongue, she pushed it hard enough to make it start bleeding. While it didn't hurt, she knew blood wasn't a good thing, and she began to fret over her tooth. 

With a mouth-full of blood, she headed in the direction of the lake. It was closer than her parent's  or the healing dens, and she figured she could wash it out and assess the situation before getting an adult involved. She was a big kid, after all, and felt she could handle this on her own.  Or so she thought she could. 

There was another wolf there when she arrived—a stranger—but she paid little mind to her. Instead, she paused nearby, spitting out the blood she'd been holding in her mouth on the shore. Upon inspecting the spit pile, she noticed something else there: her tooth.

She let out a piercing scream and gazed in horror at the ground.