Ouroboros Spine and i don't know how it gets better than this

Morning brings the shadow crawling from the roost. It seemed with each passing day of this shifting month he is brought further away from the walls he'd built around himself. Every outing brought a new discovery that by every account should not be so.

He came across one of Moonglow's children, a little girl.

Lómion was hesitant in his approach.

Careful now, his wavering voice was softer than it ought to be, for his mind was not present.

They were bound by blood, as told by the hint of his sister in her golden fur. This girl, his niece. Still so young, awkward in her form. She'd time to grow, but Lómion can't help but feel he'd missed so much of it already. 

You could get hurt. Doing... His voice trailed off as the present returned to him. —what are you doing exactly..?