Ouroboros Spine you take my hand and drag me head first, fearless

My turn? his voice was a faint thing. 

Pan hadn't considered himself getting a turn at this. He was much too large. She wouldn't be able to push him. He hadn't even thought of anything more than repeatedly sending her skipping across the water. The young wolf plopped his rear to the earth and he tilted his head to the side as she glowed with light before his very eyes. She was like the sun.