Ouroboros Spine hourglass

Oh the pout on her face! If looks could kill he'd have been a dead man. It certainly prevented him from following up with, "Oh but you're so small!"

No, you're certainly not a mite, he found himself agreeing with the girl, in hopes to pacify her. No, he wasn't in the habit of messing with children more than a gentle tease. And this time he certainly caused that frown. I'm sorry to have upset you.

Kyrell winced as he moved towards the lake with the fuming girl. He kept quiet as he set his stoat down on the bank and crouched by the edge of the water. Taking a breath, he submerged his muzzle and flinch a the cool water splashed across his face. Still, he scrubbed the wound with a paw until the stinging subsided. Sitting up from the water, he glanced over to Nantahala. With a smile he tipped his muzzle towards her, See? It's already better.

He rested a paw in the stoat, hoping to lighten her mood by engaging the animal that caught her interest in the first place. Enough about me. Did you know what makes stoats special despite their temper?