Ouroboros Spine pink pony club

the coast behind her.

she found she longed for the wild taste of seabird and salted fish. she found she missed the first warrior's familiar words and the comfort of a place maintained by moon blood.

but another home was just as sweet. she had come to whisper words to her mother but found a young, golden figure atop a stone. how good it was to see youth in moonglow, to know that other young women would walk and dance the paths she had once.

the scent that drifted was one made for hunting, though.

a wordless whuff of greeting and encouragement. she meant for the girl to take a lead here in this endeavor, if she so wished.