Ouroboros Spine ichingul

There was a chill in the air—a promise of colder weather—and Nantahala found herself enjoying the crispness. She’d always thought that she preferred the warmer months, but there was something that was undeniably special about the current mid-morning temperature.

For whatever reason, it gave her the zoomies—a feeling which could only be burned off by running around Moonglow. Although it wasn’t the most productive thing to do, in the moment, it felt like the right thing to do. There was nothing like running around the territory, feeling the breeze run through her fur, and there was still plenty of day left to tend to her responsibilities. For now, she would sprint to her heart’s content, and burn off the excess energy she’d acquired.

She was a blonde blur against the changing scenery, racing and laughing as she ran down the worn path that led to the ulaqs, weaving through the crowd and heading in the direction opposite the densities and towards the lake.

AYA!! she cheered, leaping into the air. WHAT A DAY!!